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I’ve heard it said that a person’s first memories can sometimes date back as far as before their first birthday. In my case, I think I was around two and my earliest recollections seem to involve bed time instances with my mother. I can recall her love and tenderness so very clearly and still fondly remember moments when I’d stick my fingers out from the spindles of my crib, reach and call out for her hand. She always responded patiently by holding my small hand in hers until I fell asleep.<\/p>\n
She made sure I knew she love me to hear my talk as an infant, was all quite fascinating for my little mind. And while I obviously didn’t understand everything she was saying at first, she repeated these and similar thoughts about her love for me over many months until I eventually began to comprehend how much I meant to her. I knew nothing about comparing worth or measuring values, but in time I came to realize she was saying that her love for me outnumbered the infinite number of all those beautiful twinkly things in the sky.<\/p>\n
It’s an awesome thing to feel loved, especially to treasure this as one of my earliest memories in life. Never once during my childhood nor during my early years as an adult did I ever question whether I was loved or wanted by either my mom or dad.<\/p>\n
I always knew that regardless of how unlovable I had sometimes been, their love for me was unconditional and forever. Being made to feel loved and valued may be the most substantial thing that any parent can convey to their child. And I know for me, this was the most important foundation of my understanding of God’s love, and helped shape an early attitude of compassion and empathy toward other people around me.<\/p>\n
My Mother’s love was fair and impartial; God’s love was equal and impartial toward all mankind. Just like she and dad loved all four of us equally, God loves all His children equally too. She taught us that no one should be looked down upon for such reasons, but that all people should be shown as much respect, love and kindness, as nobody else.<\/p>\n
Her love was unconditional and forgiving, finally my mother’s unconditional and forgiving love is what I will always remember and cherish most about her. Mom could certainly get angry on occasion, and could be pretty stern. As a child, I can remember more than one occasion when she spanked me with a switch she grabbed up in the yard from a fallen branch. And I can even remember instances where she demanded me to go fetch the switch that she would use on me which of course, would generally be the smallest and least painful I could find. But her anger didn’t last long and she would soon wrap me in her arms and tell me how much she loved me again. I eventually figured out that her spanking hurt her more that it hurt me, and she only disciplined me because she loved me. <\/p>\n
Love doesn’t let your kids get by with everything, but love holds them responsibly by correcting me even with painful discipline when necessary.<\/p>\n
Regrettably in my later years as a young adult, I deeply hurt both my mom and dad with an outburst of rage and disrespect when they challenged the predacious lifestyle I adopted. I parted ways from them with bitterness and hatred, expressing the kind of words and actions that usually end relationships. However, it wasn’t long that tragedy and difficult caught up with me but instead of letting me languish in my affliction, mom reached out to me with love and forgiveness, which melted my heart with remorse for how I had treated them. Her continued love and persistent prayers was what turned my life around, which God used to bring me into a relationship with my Savior, Jesus Christ. My mother made it clear to me that her love for me was unconditional regardless of the poor decisions I had made in life and even though I would choose not to love her back, she would always love me and forgive me, no matter what.<\/p>\n
There could be no greater example of God’s kind of love, who loved us in the same way. Jesus was sent to suffer and die, offering forgiveness for our sins even while mankind was still rebellious and evil.<\/p>\n
My mother’s love is immeasurable.<\/p>\n
“Happy Mother’s Day to my momma and to all Mother’s”<\/p>\n
B. Kontok Phom <\/p>\n
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