It’s not my fault. I had nothing to do with that. That’s how I was taught. It’s common practice these days to play the blame game for our misgivings. In honor of Mother’s Day this weekend, I’d like to take a moment to blame my mother.
I blame my mother for my developing culinary prowess. Mom can create a gourmet meal out of flour, eggs, and milk. She’s the master of making something out of nothing (in the kitchen and elsewhere).
I blame my mother for my desire to give. Never bathing in gold herself, she and dad have always made giving to others (both time and money) a high priority. They, too, lived some lean years on a tiny-town teacher’s salary. She is a true testament to ‘Tis better to give than to receive.”
I blame my mother for my fierce love for my children. Everything my mom has ever done, she has done with the love of her family at the forefront of her mind. She owns the gift of making every child feel like the most loved child.
I blame my mother for my ability to make the most of what I have and count my blessings. Mom taught me early that the style and age of your furniture has little to do with the warmth of your home. Growing up, ours was the home where everyone wanted to hang out, and I’m guessing they weren’t drawn in by our green and gold sofa.
I blame my mother for my unwavering faith. This temporary, earthly life we live is full of disappointment and heartbreak. My mom knows the loss of a child, but she also knows the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding (Phillipians 4:7). Because of my mom’s example, I know I truly can do all things through Christ who strengthens me (Phillipians 4:13).
This Mother’s Day weekend, it’s a Finer Thing to place the blame on my mom. What Finer Things are you celebrating? Link up and let us know! Please link directly to your post and leave a link in your post that points others back here.