“Like all parents, my husband and I just do the best we can, and hold our breath, and hope we’ve set aside enough money to pay for our kids’ therapy.”Michelle Pfeiffer
Moms seem to be the first ones blamed for the perceived shortcomings of their kids. Therapists often point to mothers as the reason young people seek counseling. I’ve heard adult children, who don’t wish to take responsibility for their own decisions, blame their mothers. Well, I wanted to jump on the “blame it on my mama” bandwagon and let you in on the top 5 things about me that are my mother’s fault.
There is no question it’s my mother’s fault that I stay organized. Because of her example, I have a family calendar that I use to communicate dates, times and details to everyone. I keep files and piles and lists for miles. I lived through a time when my five children attended five different schools with different schedules as well as church activities, sports obligations, and community commitments. It’s fair to say that it’s my mother’s fault we survived that season and others like it.
If I have an expertise at anything practical, it is that I can be very frugal. I have mastered the art of menu planning and can stretch a grocery budget to the edge of reasonable. I enjoy finding creative ways to use things I already have and being content with them until they fall apart. I don’t spend very much money and it’s my mother’s fault.
It is my mother’s fault that I want to see everything around me blossom. I want plans and plants and people to grow into the beauty for which they were created and I’m willing to contribute in any way I can. If there is a spark of potential, I want to fan the flame. I’m an encourager; I like to nurture and it’s surely my mother’s fault.
I’m happy when my family is happy. It’s my mother’s fault because she’s the same way, but even she wishes I’d be more outspoken about what I want. Where to go for dinner? What game to play? Whatever everyone else decides is fine with me! I prefer to defer. What is best for them is best for me and it’s my mother’s fault.
It’s my mother’s fault that I have a faith that does not waver through thick or thin. I grew up watching her trust God in times of want and plenty. I watched her keep her eyes on Jesus, no matter what. What was taught by her was caught by me. My most prized and cherished quality is my faith and I have no doubt that it’s my mother’s fault.
Start children off on the way they should go, and even when they are old they will not turn from it.Proverbs 22:6
There is a long list of things about me that I should blame on my mama, but these are the top five that my children and I came up with. In a day when so much brokenness is attributed to a mother’s efforts, or lack thereof, I wanted to encourage you, my Back Porch friend, that you are unique and talented and created by God for a purpose. Your mother, for better or for worse, had a hand in shaping you to fit the shoes in which you were meant to walk. No mother is perfect, but one that showed up for you – biological or not – deserves more credit than blame because the likeable in you is probably more her fault than the rest.
It’s my mother’s fault that I turned out as I did, and God bless her for it! I am grateful to her (and my father, but that is another post for another time) for so many successes in my life. What is it about you that would you say is your mother’s fault?
To my mother, and all the mothers reading, thank you for all that you give, for all that you mean, for all that you do.
Every guest is always welcome on the Back Porch, but if you’re missing a mother’s presence in your life, the gate is open especially wide for you. This blog was created to give a dose of maternal love to those who need and want it most. See this site’s Introduction Page for more information.