Mother’s Day Tribute To My Wife
My father said to his sons and daughter: “It is up to you to celebrate Mother’s Day for she is not my Mother.” Consequently, that is the way I have always looked at Mother’s Day, it is mainly up to the daughters to honor Cindy this day.
Of course, Dad was trying to encourage my siblings and me to honor our mother on her day; he was always kind to her every day.
I do want to say on this Mother’s Day. One of the things I appreciate the most about Cindy is the love that she had for my mother, which was equal to my own. The truth be known Cindy might have been better to my mother than I was. The first few years of our marriage we lived with my widowed mother.
Cindy always encouraged her in the loss of my father. As a care giver Cindy surpassed me, especially when my mother in her last several years suffered a broken hip and certain complications with the new hip. Also, Cindy was helpful in ministering to my mother during the disease that resulted in her passing.
My mother was exceedingly energetic for almost all her life; she was a great influence, example and inspiration to Cindy.
Cindy took notes on my mother’s cooking and learned to prepare all my favorite foods. As I recall, Cindy even took notes before I asked for her hand in marriage, just in case she got a proposal from me. Eventually, Cindy added her southern flair to my favorite dishes and prepared new ones that I enjoyed as much as my mother’s.
After we did get our own home, Cindy was always ready to visit my mother or have my mother visit us. There were no mother-in-law issues. Of course, my mother dearly loved Cindy and helped her mature in Christ and learn to be the lady she became. My mother was a one woman finishing school for Cindy.
Cindy grew up with five step mothers, one of them twice. Thankfully, Cindy had the opportunity to know my father for a few years before his passing, so she was exposed to the stable Christian marriage of my parents. Having known my father, Cindy knew what to expect from me.