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Spring, Robins and Moms

Something happens within me when the robins show up at my place!  Joy bubbles up!  


This I believe is a gift from Mom.  She loved the robins and told us stories about robins plucking the thorn from Jesus brow and being red breasted every since!  She told us that the birds were Praising God every morning and that we are to join them.
 
If she said these things without the excitement in her voice, I don't think this lesson would of stuck.  However, she has this ability to be honestly excited and childlike at times.

   Helium balloons, flowers, herbs, kites, kids, flowers and robins.  Just a few of her favorite things.
 
So yesterday when a little boy joined me in my garden for the umpteenth time-I remembered to share excitement.  Thanks Mom!
 
Moms and Grandmas are not just people with good lessons and wise words.  They are not simply a person in our lives who call us and annoy us with stories and tell us that they miss us.  

They are (at least mine) are living legacies, prayer, belief and love.
 
My Mom always told me that I would write.  She told me I would teach and that I had a gift.  I cringed...as if she knows, I thought.  

She is "just" Mom anyway.  What does she know?
  
Could that be why Moms are so annoying at times?  At least my boys consider me annoying...because Moms unconditionally love and believe in us.  

They know us intuitively and all of our strengths and our challenges and it UNNERVES us.  We can camouflage and pretend with others but not with Mom or Barb or even Vicki whom I met later on.  If I do lie-they call me on it anyway!

And they pray.  Even when I didn't want them to.  At times it made me feel week.  How dare they pray?  Didn't they think I could do it on my own?  Duh!

That is why you will see kids without Moms flock to "those kinds" of Moms.

I have taken for granted the women in my life and my selfishness and lack of attention makes me ashamed.

My Grandmother has lived a long time time with a disease that is destroying her body but her will and her spirit forces her body along.  She has prayers to pray.  A husband to see come to the Lord.  Pies to make.  A legacy to leave.

Mom's make their impact by being a Mom.   

Barb lives on as part of each of those she loves.  Her belief wound tightly around the hearts of her children (daughter-in-laws included) and in her Grandsons.  

Her availability and faithfulness and dedication has anchored our lives.

Back to the Robins....  So thankful that God has given me robins and Moms!

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