Mother is home
You’ve just driven up from Washington, D.C., for the holidays. You have come back home and the windows and door are decorated in some of Mom’s favorite Thanksgiving Day glory. Lucky Boy! Mother is home!
You know she once was much less fluffy and Dad was madly in love with her. But you have matured and you realize that her strength and her dignity is the real source of mom’s beauty.
In the long years of raising you to become a contributor to the human struggle, her skillful hand excelled in mending your little boy hurts and scares. Later in your teen years, you realized her heart opened daily for the needy. But even today, older and not as quick in the kitchen, her selfless service to family is what beckons your soul back home where she still makes you feel all is going to be well.
Mother is home! First, she and your dad decorated your home with a son and daughter. That alone made her precious to the maker’s heart as she was already learning of his ways.
By him, she is still blessed and sheltered and held above us men, it says somewhere. She went off to work each day like so many others on the street. Blessed is the mother who returns in praise and thanksgiving.
There’s a dusting of snow on the front lawn and it’s cold outside. Your old room she keeps the way you remember, except for that lava lamp she could not stand.
Mother is home! And without her love and devotion, there are only empty rooms haunted by happy days of being as good a kid as you were able.
As when she just began her journey as a mother, the name of God in the lips and hearts of little children, she rises each morning to see to her home care.
She looks forward to you coming back every holiday to help make things better, no matter the heartaches and toils that you cannot share.
She always leads her son and daughter by reminding them to pity the poor and the ignorant, telling you for the thousandth time to be kinder.
Mother is home! Not only preparing the wonderful national dinner, but planting the seeds of selfless wisdom so that darkness does not destroy us all!
Because she knows that God knows, that mother is home!
S. Raymond Pohaski
Uniontown