There’s an old show tune “June Is Bustin’ Out All Over.”
- I have never really understood that title.
- It seems to me that MAY is really the month everyone should be singing about.
- It’s one of the most lovely months of the year.
- The whole world seems to be in bloom and the leaves are putting on garments of green.
- How beautiful to observe and how sweet the fragrance all around us.
- Of course, you understand, that I’m a little prejudice about this month.
- I was born in May, so was one of our daughters, a grandson and a sister-in-law.
- For our family May is truly a month of beginnings.
- My Mother once told me “I don’t want any more May birthdays.”
- My reply to her was: “You started it.”
When I was a child in Missouri, we still participated in an old custom.
- We left MAY BASKETS on the door steps of neighbors and friends.
- Containers were made out of whatever materials were available.
- It might be bottles, cans, baskets or even construction paper.
- These “baskets” were lovingly assembled, decorated and filled with flowers from our back yard.
- Then, with a sense of anticipation, you slipped up to the neighbor’s front door, hung your basket on the doorknob, rang the bell and ran.
- Too bad this custom has been abandoned.
- It was a treat both for the “giver and the givee.”
MAY also is for Mothers and that includes many of us.
- Ever since I can remember, my number one desire was to be a wife and mother.
- Graciously God has allowed me both privileges.
- Sad to say, that society now seems to look down on women who have that ambition.
- Education, career, position and all the clutter that goes with it is now the ideal taught to women.
- There’s nothing wrong with any of those goals as long as they are kept in the right perspective.
There is no higher calling from God for a woman than that of a Mother.
- It is a sacred trust to mold the life of a child.
- It takes time, years and energy to accomplish this task.
- It is hard work that most of the time goes unnoticed.
- It sometimes is heartbreaking work.
- It is honorable.
- It is laughter and it is tears.
- Finally, after all the work, it is a time of letting go.
So, to Mothers everywhere; MAY is your month.
- To my Mother who is now gone, “Thank you for what you have given me of yourself.
- You are never far from me because I carry you in my heart, in my thoughts and in the strength you have passed on to me.”
“To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.”