Congratulations to all mothers who read this page. Mother's Day should be encouraged and thanks given for all they do for us, their children.
My mother was a wonderful lady. Her name was Isobel Smith Anderson. She was always there when I needed her and never complained. She passed away three and a half years ago. I was honored to be there when she drew her last breath. All the time she was sick, she never complained, unless I forgot to get lunch at the same time each day.
The one thing that stands out in my mind is the many times we walked to church together as a family. We lived about a half a mile from the church building and we walked in the summer. When it rained or was cold, my dad drove us. My sister and I sat with Mother. We weren't allowed to sit with the other young people because they misbehaved. That was probably good because both my sister and I grew up to be strong Christians.
In the evenings, after the supper dishes were done, Mother and I would read the Bible. That stands out vividly in my mind. We had a closeness and I miss her dearly.
Mother had a wonderful mother and my grandmother had a great mother. It sorta runs in the family. So I will celebrate not only my mother, but her mother, Ellen Cress Smith, and my grandmother's mother, Elizabeth Cooke Cress. My other grandmothers died before or shortly after I was born. I have a lot of memories of these fine ladies.
Sunday, take time to remember your mother. She gave birth to you, held you when you were sick, and loved you beyond all measure. Happy Mother's Day!