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A Letter to Moms of America :  From a MOM 

I would like to send a shout-out to all the MOMs who are fighting in the struggle for their children today.  We, as Moms sometimes get lost in the scheme of things while the battles of war are being waged.  We stand with Fathers who work to keep their families growing and continuing the saga of life.   Dads are very important to the setup of the home.  They are foundational to our existence.  We favor and love them deeply.  But today I wish to concentrate on the MOMs.  

Moms are special.  The hats they wear range from nurse to comforter, to supplier, to errand runner, to homemaker, to cookie maker, to dishwasher and laundry woman.  The tasks and hats are sometimes, seemingly, never ending.  She awakens early to prepare herself for  the day.  Then with deliberate thought she organizes her table for breakfast feasts.  Her customers, the very cream of the crop, await her offering with fervor.  They are always hungry; almost as though their legs were hollow.  So thus, her day begins.  

As she gets them out the door to work and school, she turns to view her next hat for occupation.  Her homemaking skills kick into gear as she does dishes, laundry, dusts and vaccuums.  Now she must get to work herself.  Preparations for a dinner meal are placed in refrigeration by loving hands, ready to serve as each will arrive home later in the day; and an evening meal fit for kings and queens.  

 After work, Mom returns home to prepare the dishes left that morning for consumption by her crew.  As the children skim through homework, she gathers herself and her dishes to feed them.  When Dad arrives home, all enjoy the fruits of their labors over a hot, refreshing meal.  The children clean up the dishes and left-overs, then prepare for reading time or going out for a bit with friends.  In the meantime, Dad and Mom settle into their .............BUT WAIT! 

Is this the reality of our existence today?  Do we take time to prepare for each day?  What do our days really look like as we struggle through this pandemic world of insecurity and insanity? 

Where is my child?  What has happened to the children I raised and knew so well?  Why are they coming home late?  Was permission requested to visit a friends home?  Do we know the friends? How did we get to this point?  Where is my 'child'?  

Do we really know where our children are and who is becoming their friend?  Do we know if they are happy in our home?  Do we ask them questions to determine whether they are sound in their thinking about certain issues of safety?  Are we teaching them the values and principles by which we live; and believe that if we just give them the example alone it will work out ok?  Are we making sure they are safe in their own minds to be the right kind of person we know they can be?   Do we know our children?  

There used to be a commercial on tv that asked, "It's Ten O'clock, Do You Know Where Your Children Are?"  Well, some parents do not know where their children are because they have gone missing.  Then the flags go up and we look crazily around for them.  They are nowhere in sight.  They have been taken;  not only physically, but in other ways as well. 

A son was born to me fifty-four years ago this coming January.  He was bright and caring with a heart that never quit for others.  Everyone in our small town knew him and loved him.  That is not just a Mom's love.  He really was.  He would go out in the community and take 'little ole ladie's trash out for fifty cents.  When it snowed, he would help a traveller out of snow-bank and bring them home for a cup of cocoa.  He worked a job and bought his first car on his own.  Caring for his siblings was not a chore.  He loved them.  When he was home, he was my right hand almost.  He helped me so much and was a caring son.  On a horrendous day last year, during the pandemic, I received word he had died by suicide.  The reality of that is not one a Mom needs to hear.  Now he is gone and although I was not in his life at the time, the loss is one that will be with me forever.  This is one reason I come to you today and ask that you please keep your Children close to you.  Protect and love them the Best you can.  They can be taken away so quickly.  

There is evil among us and we now know who they are.  They work to cause our children to trust them, leaving the parent outside in the cold.  Our children fall prey to these people in the most unlikely circumstances; yet these evil people stand and watch from the background of faces around us until they see opportunity to snatch them away from us.  Evil works its magic on the young minds of our children.  Do we teach the children to 'discern' things about those who would take them away?  Remember, evil can make itself look like good.  Please teach your children to 'discern'.  This is not judging.  I can judge no human in light of their eternity.  That is up to God.  But I MUST 'discern' the difference between good and evil in order to stay away from the evil myself;  as well as show others, especially my children, their deeds.  By their deeds we know them.  

MOMS are so very special.  Thank you, Moms who are stepping up to the battle and fighting for your children.  The best way to show them how to 'discern' between good and evil is your example and your words.  I pray each day for you.  May He guide you and give you many happy days with your little ones.  

THANKS FOR LISTENING!

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