Our Mother

I saw a single mother's children walking down the church steps today.

They looked confident, like they were at home.

When you are in someone else's house, you don't yell, run, or make much noise.

They didn't look like they were visiting--they looked and sounded like they were home, which they were.

That's because they also have another mother who is not single.  

That mother has a committed Spouse.  

One who never gives up, never runs out.  

One who is faithful and true.  

One who supports and provides for her whether rich or poor, in sickness and health, for better or worse.  

That is why they are at home.  

They are in their mother's house.  

Those steps they ran on are the firm foundation.  

The food on the table is their own--expensive food, but freely their own.

The extended family is all there too.  

Crazy uncles and aunts, brothers and sisters, grandmas and grandpas.  

Their mother is my mother too.

(I wrote this a few years ago, but I don't think I ever shared it.)