“M is for the million things she gave me
O means only that she’s growing old
T is for the tears she shed to save me
H is for her heart of purest gold
E is for her eyes with love light shining
R is right and right she’ll always be
Put them all together and they spell mother
A word that means the world to me”
There are lots of wonderful moms in here. Moms in traditional families. Moms in special circumstances. Single moms. Step moms. Step in moms. And out there. You deserve our honor today. You deserve breakfast in bed. Lunch in bed, if you want. A pendant. Flowers.
Still, in my version of this poem, M is for the mixed feelings I have about Mother’s Day. Because no human mom fulfills her role as perfectly as the mom in that poem.
A day when we moms suspect that your cards tell us who we are not but who society, our family, maybe even God wishes we were.
Happy Mother’s Day to the Mom who keeps the perfect home.
Happy Mother’s Day to the Mom who sets the perfect table.
Happy Mother’s Day to the Mom who’s raising the perfect kids
A recent tv survey on Good Morning America asked viewers to list their three top television moms of the last several decades.
The gold medal went to Claire Huxtable of the Bill Cosby show.
Silver went to Marian Cunningham from Happy Days.
The bronze medal went to Marge Simpson of the Simpsons.
Claire was always impeccably dressed despite having six children. She kept a spotless home while pursuing a prestigious, full time career. And laughed at all her husband’s jokes.
Marian Cunningham looked good in an apron and was always smiling.
Marge, well, she married Homer, but I guess we can’t hold that against her.
Marge is patient, you have to give her that.
How can we real life moms live up to all of that?
So in my version, M is for mixed feelings.
M is also for the many people Mother’s Day leaves out. Moms aren’t the only ones trying to fulfill roles that seem to have superhuman requirements. Men. Single dads, doing the work of both parents. Singles. You kids and teens- expected to perform by teachers, parents, coaches. What about a day for you?
M is for the many women Mother’s Day leaves out: women who are not mothers by chance or choice.
M is for the many people who might like to send their mother something today as a memento of former days. But that something would not be flowers, a card or a diamond pendant.
M is for the many things I love about my mother. This is a woman who had four children and helped my dad start a business and was a good cook and has done tremendous good in her community. This is the woman who held my hair out of my face when I was sick and helped me after 2 difficult births. She called me a couple weeks ago and said, “This Mother’s Day, please don’t send me another card covered with flowers and filled with flattery. I appreciate your thinking of me, but they always make me cry.”
“Why is that, mom?”
“Oh, Come on, Alyce. Get real! I did the best I could, but I was far from a perfect mom!” You remember. You were there!”
So this year I got her a card with that old woman on it with the hairnet and the housedress with a ciggie hanging out of her lip. On the front it says, “Hours of excruciating labor. Millions of poopie diapers. Countless sleepless nights.”
You open up the card and on the inside it says,
“And you get a card. (dot dot dot)
Yeah, that sounds fair.”
M is for the Many She Does for Us
On a first read, our text for this morning, Proverbs 31:10-31, sounds like an Ancient Near Eastern version of a Hallmark Mother’s Day card. M is for a multitasking, maniac mom.
This text has traditionally been called “Ode to an excellent wife.” A better translation of the Hebrew would be “Ode to a ‘woman of worth.’”
A woman of worth, who can find?
She is far more precious than jewels.
The heart of her husband trusts in her.
She seeks wool and flax,
and works with willing hands.
She rises while it is still night
and provides food for her household.
Her hands hold the spindle,
and all her household are clothed in crimson.
She reaches out her hands to the needy.
She opens her mouth with wisdom,
and the teaching of kindness is on her tongue.
She looks well to the ways of her household
and does not eat the bread of idleness
Her children rise up and call her happy.
Her husband, too, and he praises her.
“Many women have done excellently,
But you surpass them all.”
Charm is deceitful, and beauty is vain,
but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised.
A female friend of mine told me recently, “I hate that text! If anyone reads it at my funeral, I plan to haunt them!” “No human woman could live up to that. It’s a guilt trip waiting to happen.”
I feel just the opposite about this text. I hope somebody does read it at my funeral. Most of us think that this poem at the end of the Book of Proverbs is talking about the perfect human mother and homemaker. The total woman. Or as one smart aleck put it, “the totaled woman!” But recent studies of the text reveal that it’s not talking about a human woman at all, but another woman entirely. She is someone who has made several cameo appearances before in the Book of Proverbs. She shows up in chapter 1 standing in the marketplace, calling the young and foolish onto the path of God’s wisdom. She shows up in Chapter 8, again calling the foolish to seek God’s wisdom, and describing her role as a joyful helper with God in the Creation of flora, fauna, Fred and Wilma. She shows up in chapter 9; Here she builds the household of Wisdom, and stands before her 7 pillared home inviting passersby to come and feast at her table. This is no maniacal, multitasking human mom, my friends. This is the wisdom of God, imaged in Proverbs as a Wise Woman, a prophetess.
And throughout the 30 chapters that lead up to this final poem, Wisdom is shown as inviting us into her household where she provides su with all the things mentioned in the final chapter: food, clothing, light, wisdom, shelter. All metaphors for Divine nourishment and nurture. Doesn’t’ she remind you of someone? Someone who said, “I am the Bread of Life. I am the Living Water. I am the light of the world. I am the Way the truth and the life?”
M is not for the million things you have to do today or should have done yesterday or better do tomorrow to be the perfect hallmark Mom. M is for the many things God’s Wisdom provides for us in the difficult roles each of us fills in life.
The Wise Woman, in Proverbs 31 is a nice counterpart to God the Good Shepherd of Psalm 23. Both portray a God who nourishes and protects us when we are vulnerable, weak and imperfect.
M is for the Many People Christ invites into his kingdom
As Christians our invitation to enter the household of God’s Wisdom to be fed, taught, sheltered and clothed becomes an invitation to enter the embrace of Christ. “Let the little children come to me; do not hinder them.” For to such as these belongs the kingdom of God. Truly I tell you, whoever does not receive the kingdom of God as a little child will never enter it.” (Luke 18:16b, 17).
People were bringing children to Jesus. Such an increasingly popular teacher should not be seen stooping to the level of children. Jesus overrides his disciples’ objections and invites children to come to him. How typical of Jesus! No one more that Luke emphasizes how his whole ministry was addressed to those who, like children, were not valued in his day, because his society scorned smallness, weakness, poverty, helplessness, and vulnerability. Jesus invited those who were filled with shame because they were not fulfilling the roles society expected of them. Who did not measure up. Who were outcasts in their own minds and, often, those of others. Lepers, the women with the hemhorrage, the woman at the well who had been married several times, the woman caught in adultery.
Jesus overrides all objections (even yours) and issues an invitation to you and me just as surely as to those children hundreds of years ago.
Let those who are not fulfilling everybody’s expectations for your role in life, come to me. You who have regrets about your past relationships, come to me
You who have serious doubts about whether you can handle what lies ahead of you, come to me.
You who seethe with resentment toward your parents come to me.
You who are lonely on a family day, come to me.
You who are overburdened, doing the work of at least 2 people, come to me.
You who feel trapped in an unhealthy relationship, come to me.
You who have thoughts no “good mother” would have, come to me.
You who are in the grip of addictions that damages your relationships, come to me: substances, to emotions, to habits.
Let those who know they can no longer do this alone, come to me.
The kingdom of heaven begins for you right now in the arms of your Lord.
What do you see in this picture? A human mother, perhaps sleeping. We can assume, since she is human, that she is not a perfect mother, that the face we can’t see sometimes wears a frown of irritation, that the eyes beneath the hat are not always shining with love light. We can imagine that those hands, so peaceful here, are more often busy changing diapers and washing clothes, and preparing food for her child.
But caught in this peaceful moment we sense something else in this picture. A caring presence, whose face we cannot see, but whose love is evident in the embrace with which she holds her child. A child resting in a state of complete trust. The shadow of the parent’s hat extends to surround the child: a radiant radius of love.
When I came across this picture, I thought it was a good one for Mother’s Day. When, as the Christian Church, we celebrate, not the many things life demands of us But the manifold provision of God who gathers us into the divine household, the divine the divine embrace, the divine kingdom that is not yet, but already whenever we answer God’s invitation.
I can’t even remember which family member took this picture at Rehoboth Beach, Delaware almost 25 years ago. The years since then have seen me doing my best as a mom to our three children, Melissa, now 33, Becca, 25, and Matt, 21 with the help of my patient and more parentally consistent husband Murry. A lot of times my best hasn’t been good enough. The challenges have been enough to drive me to distraction but also to drive me closer to Christ.
The baby in the picture has recently graduated from seminary. She’s had a good college and graduate school experience, but the usual growing pains from moving into an environment with diverse people and lifestyles and more freedom than high school. She has continued to grow in her faith, just recently became engaged, and is now working for Patheos.
She said it was fine with her to share what I’m about to. The picture reminds me of a time during her college years when she came home at 10 pm one weekday night to our home in Allen. She came to do a load of wash and get some peace and quiet to write one final paper. Her dad was in Minneapolis on business, and her younger brother was sound asleep upstairs. I was just climbing into bed at 11:00. I felt the fatigue that tells you if you don’t get in bed right away, you’ll be on the floor. Just as I was reaching over to turn out the lamp on my nightstand, she put her head in the door and said, “I really need to talk to you, Mom. I need your advice. Are you going to bed?”
“No, of course not, I am about to address a session of the joint chiefs of staff. Yes I am going to bed. Since when have you wanted my advice? And couldn’t you seek it during business hours?” These were my thoughts.
I used restraint and kept them to myself. “No, honey, I wasn’t going to bed. Come on in.” I propped myself up in bed, propped up my eyelids and made myself listen. It wasn’t any one earthshaking thing. She wanted to vent about basic sophomore year of college stuff: grades, living arrangements, friends, relationships. I kept thinking – “Dear God, I am so tired. I have to work tomorrow. I am too old to be staying up this late anymore. I am so tired.”
Finally, at 12:30 am, my night owl yawned, hugged me and said a little tearfully, “Thank you so much, Mom. You and Dad are the only ones I can talk to about this.”
“You know better!” I said. “You know somebody who is a much better listener than either of us!”
“Yeah, you’re right. I do.” Then she smiled. You know that smile. It’s the one that begins with a little grin and ends up lighting up a mother’s life.
M is for the many things….Thanks be to God!
Based on Proverbs 31:10-31; Luke 18:15-17