The apostle John wrote on the island of Patmos, Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord from henceforth: Yea, saith the Spirit, that they may rest from their labours; and their works do follow them. (Revelation 14:13)
Prudence Gourguechon, from the American Psychoanalytic Association, observed that “What we sometimes call an ordinary, devoted mother” establishes a foundation on which critical personal and emotional architecture can be built. “The capacity to trust. A sense of security versus insecurity. Knowing what’s real and what’s not real. Your mother helps you identify your feelings and develop a cognitive structure …. I think it’s fair to say that the capacity for empathy develops through your maternal relationship.”
I’ve often said that the difference between the way a mother and a father see their child is that a mother sees the possibilities of who we can become while a father sees the reality of who we are. We need both, a Dream and Reality, Roots and Wings.
As one whom his mother comforts, so I will comfort you; you shall be comforted*, the prophet told Jerusalem. A promise given to us, too. A promise that is a glimpse of grace.
Lord, for all of our mothers and those so treated us as a precious child, we say, “Thank you”. Amen.