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“The Best Mom in the Whole Wide World”
How many little voices have chimed those words, how many little fingers have gripped crayons and created masterpieces for their moms – the best mom in the whole wide world?
I suppose there are millions of the “best” out there – as there should be. Every child deserves “the best mom in the whole wide world.”
And yet some children don’t get to feel that pride and that joy when they think of their moms. Some sad hearts sink when they hear the word mom.
From an early age, Susan and I knew we were some of the lucky ones.
We had ourselves one of those best moms in the whole wide world. And boy did we love her – so much so that we lived in constant fear that we would lose her. If she were late coming home on one of her rare nights out, we would lie in bed paralyzed with fear, listening for the crunch of her tires as she pulled into the driveway. When we did hear that beautiful sound of her coming through the door, we would finally breathe and allow our exhausted bodies to fall asleep, knowing that we still had our precious mommy all to ourselves.
I could never imagine living without the friendship, support and love of my mom. She was always there for us (still is!), sacrificing without a thought of herself, doing whatever it took to raise her four kids and give us what we needed. I always wondered how other kids survived without her. When I grew up, I saw what happened when kids didn’t have a mom like that – one of those best moms in the whole wide world.
A child without that center of love, that guiding, sacrificing force that a child can always count on, is lost. And many of them never recover. They are little baby birds, fallen to the floor of the woods with no one to pick them up and keep them fed and warm until they are ready to fly.
When I began working with youth, I had a mission: to be my mom to as many kids as possible. And I tried. But I quickly realized that my mission was impossible. There were too many kids. I could never sacrifice and live for each of them as a great mom does. In youth work there are boundaries and rules that don’t apply to a mother and her child. A mother gives her entire life to her child. A youth worker can not do that for her kids.
Although, I could not become my mom for the kids I worked with, I did give them as much as I could – sometimes too much. I hope that it helped change their lives at least a bit.
Now I am blessed to be a mom myself. I have a precious son and I strive daily to be the best mom I can be. I love him more than I ever imagined a human could love. Mothering is the strongest instinct – I would die in a second if it would save him. Nothing matters to me as much as protecting and loving my son. Watching Jackson grow and helping to guide his soul and teach him about the love of Christ is everything to me.