Oh! Be There, Mothers--Be There…

Some time ago I watched two pigeons making a crude nest in a secluded crevice

outside one of my windows. It was winter. It was cold. Food must have been difficult to

find. It was the mother who stayed. It was the mother who stood her ground against my

close approaches. It was the mother who kept watch and warmth against all the elements

until her two young birds were safely out of their shells. It was the mother who somehow

found food and fed them, until they were able to fly for themselves. It was the mother

who was there, and won my utmost respect for her unfailing performance. Oh, what

admiration for those creatures that faithfully follow the mother instinct in them!

In many ways it has been the mothers of all times – everywhere – who have been

there when needed – as needed – always. How wonderful to find a mother waiting –

watching – being there – as children come home and ask, “Where is mother?” – mothers

who mold the personality, who set the cast of character, who guide and shape the future –

who make home a place of peace, of pleasantness: who listen, share, set standards, give

counsel and encouragement, and give children an awareness they are wanted. Mothers

are the heart of the home: humble, faithful, modest mothers – loving, serving, quietly

teaching – virtue, honor, honesty, keeping promises; understanding mistakes; doing the

duties of each day with love and unselfishness in giving of themselves. A mother at

home, a mother waiting, is one of the greatest sources of safety and assurance. And

returning to an empty home – or house – leaves so much lacking. “Is mother at home?”

“Where is mother?^“

Oh, be there, mothers – be there – for your presence will bless your children now,

and always – and forever. Oh, be there. God bless mothers and their memories.