She didn’t need to be my best friend. She told me those words from time to time during those teenage years.
Mom prayed for me, raised me, taught me, disciplined me, encouraged me and shared with me. She worked hard and took on extra sewing and catering jobs so I could go to a Christian school. She sewed most of my clothes and all my formal dresses. Mom hurt when my heart was broken and then firmly reminded me God had a better plan.
Now I’m a mom and I still need my mom more than ever.
Last Sunday we worked together to sew this quilt. I’ve had the fabric since last summer and planned all year to get it done early for a graduation gift. With two weeks left before the gift-giving day, mom came to my rescue–again. As we cut the fabric and sewed the squares, mom listened as I spilled out my frustrations on a weekend that had gone sour. She laughed at the funny parts and offered a sweet balm to the not-so-funny.
We finished the quilt but more important, we spent the afternoon together.
My mom is my mom and after those teenage years had passed, we became the dearest of friends. My mom is a blessing to me!