The story of the Mother plant

So, this is a piece that I wrote for my church's mother's day program. Someone asked me to write it for my own sake, because my Mom passed away back in march. I was in a really vulnerable place and I put my blood sweat and tears into this thing.  Sadly, it didn't fit into the time schedule though, so I thought it would be a good idea to give my aborted baby new life =)

The story of the mother plant

Nature really captivates me because God tells stories within the things he has made. I never really understood the story of the mother plant until now; the mother plant is a very peculiar plant because instead of leaves, it has oblong seedlings that drop from the plant and take root in the ground so that by the time the mother plant dies, there are lots of little mother plants left in her stead. The mother plant is an articulation of a very special legacy; it’s the legacy a mother gives to her children.

And though our mothers mold us into the best of what they see in us, we are all just pieces of our mother’s hearts. We carry on our backs the legacies they’ve given us like hikers prepared for the most wearying of journeys. But it is love that makes us live it out. I’ve come to think of love as a force that pushes out the best in whatever it loves; and I see a mother’s love as that intense force personified. It is a rare but universal beauty and a gift that only God can give. From the mystery of conception to the day children have children themselves, Mothers pass along dreams that live on within us. My mother’s dreams live on in me, I carry her story in my heart and her legacy on my back and because of that she can never die. There will always be a picture of her in the earth; and when I can tarry no longer, I’ll pass it along to my children and the legacies will grow stronger with the coming and going of each generation.

A lot is said of mothers, some things good and some bad. But I want to say that there are few things that compare to the beauty of your heart. There is no mortal tenacity that outdoes the force of your love, no sun that outshines the grace of your smile. And your teachings!  The sheer sagacity of your whit! Even proverbs, the most elite book of wisdom has warned not to forsake them. There is no passion like the one that burns in your eyes when you’re protecting your child and no pride like that which pumps up your chest when your child achieves. There’s nothing like the relationship between a mother and child; nothing can touch it, because it is destiny. Motherhood is an assignment that God gives only to those he deems worthy, an adventure he only christens upon the lion hearted and that makes it an honor.

 So to my Mother’s, my progenitors, the guiding lights: I pray you’ll remember these things, these strengths that you have. And give the truth of your heart whenever you can. I saw my mother give her all to what she believed in. She sacrificed constantly and fought hard for her dreams and because I witnessed that truth in her, I’ve been inspired to make that trait my own. As for children well, we’re the dreamkeepers. We’re the ones responsible for adding color and detail to the portraits our parents paint for us. As an heir to my mom’s legacy it’s my job to make her vision as beautiful as I can and of course, add my own signature. When we have the chance, we ought find out about our mothers and their dreams. We should always be breathing our ingénue upon their ideas and listening to their stories that they seem to be forever reciting. I’ve read that the person with many children is blessed, that they’re like arrows in his quiver. So in my heart I pray that we endeavor to be a blessing when and where ever we can, that we learn to love ourselves and each other with the love that never fails and that we live each and every day with purpose.  After all, we are formed from God-we are divine. I’m learning that I must take the time to cultivate equivocally divine legacies, to honor our love’s heavenly design.  =)