Who would have thought that something so basic as motherhood would become an issue during a heated campaign for the White House? And yet it is an issue – a big issue.
Recently, a political strategist charged that Ann Romney, wife of Republican presidential candidate Mitt Romney, “has never worked a day in her life.” Ann Romney has been a stay-at-home mom. Her response to the charge was, “I made a choice to stay home and raise five boys. Believe me, it was hard work.”
One would think that after all the millennia of human history we would have mother-hood all figured out – but we don’t.
So, really, what is a mother? I want to share with you an essay by Vicki Huffman. Huffman is a syndicated columnist and former editor with Thomas Nelson Publishing and David C. Cook.
For a number of years, a Russian peasant woman held the record for having the most children. She bore 69—including numerous multiple births. She was most certainly a mother. (And undoubtedly a tired one.) But, I can’t help wondering, was she a good mother?
What is a good mother, anyway?
A good mother doesn’t nag — much. Only the essential amount and only about essential matters. Like where to squeeze the toothpaste, how to hang up pants without making eight creases, the inadvisability of 20-minute showers, and which noises are easily produced but socially unacceptable.
A good mother has a speech that begins, “When I was your age, kids had it much harder. My mother didn’t take me everywhere. I didn’t have all these things you kids take for granted….” She belts out this national anthem of motherhood regardless of the indifference of the crowd. She can make herself heard over a blaring CD player by teenagers hanging opossum-like over a bed with a phone plastered to one ear.
A good mother cooks, cleans, and launders without expecting to be appreciated. She knows that only in TV commercials do kids get excited about fragrant T-shirts or seeing their reflection in the china. In real life most kids have lost the directions to the laundry room and would be content to eat off paper plates or pizza boxes eternally.
But a good mother is much more than just a resident reminder service, cook, cleaning lady, and laundress. A good mother is a launching pad with a soft lap: hardheaded about discipline (especially compared with “everyone else’s mother”) and soft-hearted about everything else. She motivates her children to help them reach their full potential and praises them whenever she catches them doing something right.
A good mother gives her children more than a balanced diet and a roof over their heads. She teaches them how to feed their souls and gives them a spiritual foundation on which to build. She directs them into the right paths and prays for them when they occasionally wander off onto others. A good mother cares how her children turn out. She doesn’t just wait for them to get out.
Stationary companies have tried to glorify motherhood by producing syrupy slogans on plaques. One of the worst is: “God couldn’t be everywhere, so He created mothers.” That phrase may sell a lot of trivets, but it just isn’t so. God is everywhere, and mothers can’t be. I know because I’ve tried.
Maybe God created mothers because He needed someone to keep every generation reminded of His presence. Good mothers have been doing that for thousands of years, ever since Eve held her first wriggling infant in her arms.
Motherhood doesn’t need to be sentimentally glorified with ridiculous state-ments, but it does need to be respected. It is a high calling, a God-given challenge.
The writer of Proverbs 31 described the woman who, like his mother, was a good mother: “She is clothed with strength and dignity; she can laugh at the days to come. She speaks with wisdom, and faithful instruction is on her tongue. She watches over the affairs of her household and does not eat the bread of idleness. Her children arise and call her blessed” (Proverbs 31:25-28).
As important as mothers are to us, it is amazing how often we take them for granted. Mother’s Day is a good time to arise and call your mother blessed, but any day will do as well — as long as you do it before it is too late.
Legendary Alabama football coach Bear Bryant used to remind his players: “Be sure to call your Mom.” Then he would add wistfully, “I wish I could call mine.”
So do I.
In this morning’s message I want to narrow motherhood down to three distinct stages. During these stages a lady goes from being a tentative novice to being a oft-quoted master.
THE FIRST STAGE IS THE NOVICE STAGE OR MOMMY STAGE
Do you realize that somewhere around 4 million women will have babies this year? The median age of a woman giving birth for the first time in the United States has risen to 24.8 years.
The process of becoming a mamma is both strange and wonderful. The woman is amazed at the miracle that is taking place inside her body. Some days she feels great; she feels strong and excited. Some would say that the mother-to-be even has a glow about her. Her appetite increases, but she explains that away by noting that she is now eating for two.
On other days, she feels awful. It is the flu and seasickness rolled into one. It is being too hot and too cold within the span of five minutes. It is anger directed at Eve for her sin in the garden. It is anger directed at the husband who got her into this mess.
And then the fun really starts. Carol Burnett, in trying to describe what labor pains feel like, said, “Take your bottom lip and pull it over your head.”
Finally, the process is over. The two who have become one are now three.
It has been said that “the moment a child is born, the mother is also born. She never existed before. The woman existed, but the mother, never. A mother is some-thing absolutely new.” A mother is not issued a learner’s permit and given six months to learn the ropes. No! When her child is born, he or she is hers, no if, ands or buts about it.
Back to Ann Romney. USA Today carried a piece by her last Wednesday entitled, Three seasons of motherhood. I want to share the opening lines in the article: “It’s hard to imagine now, but before the birth of my first child, I had never held a baby. Not once, not in my entire life. No baby at home to tend, no niece or nephew to babysit. So you can imagine, the day my first boy was born I felt woefully unprepared.
My mother took pity on me and stayed for two weeks, but that wasn’t nearly enough time. As she was preparing to leave, I cried like I was the baby. I told her that I wasn’t ready, that I had no idea what to do. In her smile I saw the truth. Ready or not, my son couldn’t wait, and somehow, I would make it through.
Of course, she was right. Some might say it was the mothering gene kicking in, the same one that every mom throughout history has possessed. Maybe. But I don’t think so. I was a good mom because my own mom was the best.”
I agree with Ann. I think mothers are born with a mothering gene. A mother’s ears are tuned to hear the slightest whimper. They are able to detect that one cry is for a feeding while another cry is a warning that the baby is sick. A father doesn’t get that. To him, a cry is a cry is a cry. Put a bottle in the kid’s mouth and be done with it. It is this total lack of understanding the baby’s language that dictates that the mother should get up in the middle of the night and care for the kid. She gets it; the dad doesn’t.
Along this line, I have learned from experience that mothers are better designed for changing diapers. (This is Mike speaking, OK? I did not get this from God.) For instance, a woman’s fingers are smaller and more nimble. Their fingers are also more sensitive to the slightest hint of moisture. A man’s fingers, on the other hand, are bigger. The man is also more clumsy. Then too, a man figures, if the kids isn’t dripping, he or she doesn’t need changing.
Then a mother’s nose is more adapt at picking up certain odors. How else would she be able to tell that her teen-age son has not taken a bath in three days? The father simply says, “Yeah, I checked the diaper. I didn’t smell anything.”
Yes, mothers, I believe this is all a part of your calling; a part of that “mother gene”.
Trivia question. Do you know the age of the youngest mother on record? Her name was Lina Medina. She delivered a 6½-pound boy by cesarean section in Lima, Peru in 1939, at the age of 5 years and 7 months.
Regardless of the age, the birth of a child is meant to bring happiness to a home. It is a sign of God’s blessing.
Notice these verses of Scripture:
Genesis 21:5-6 states: “Abraham was a hundred years old when his son Isaac was born to him. Sarah said, ‘God has brought me laughter, and everyone who hears about this will laugh with me.’” Again, the scene is one of joy and happiness due to the birth of a child.
Psalms 127:3, “Sons are a heritage from the LORD, children a reward from him.”
Genesis 48:9, “‘They are the sons God has given me here,’ Joseph said to his father.”
Listen to these words of Hannah after she had given birth to Samuel, “I’m bursting with God-news! I’m walking on air. I’m laughing at my rivals. I’m dancing my salvation. Nothing and no one is holy like GOD, no rock mountain like our God” (in 1 Samuel 2:1-2, The Message).
Notice these words drawn from those verses:
- Laughter.
- Reward.
- “The sons God has given me….”
- Bursting; dancing!
Wow!
- Is there a greater wonder than the birth of a child?
- Is there anything that you treasure more than your own new-born baby?
- Is there anything else that you produce that has eternity stamped all over it?
- He or she looks like you; even bears your name.
- The child even comes via special delivery!
Agnes Newton Keith wrote of being a mother while interned in a prisoner of war camp during World War Two: “It was horrible … more horrible than even the mothers could say. Yet, in a way, it was heavenly too, In the midst of that deprivation there were thirty-four reasons for staying alive—everyone a child.”
Describing how the mothers brought all of thirty-four safely through the tragedy, Agnes added, “I said to begin with that we brought them all through alive. But perhaps they brought us through alive.” Indeed, a child is someone worth living for, and the joys they bring more than compensate for the emotional, spiritual, intellectual, and economic costs of raising them.
THEN THERE IS THE MOTHER STAGE
I grew up under the influence of the Clever family, the Nelsons, Ricky and Lucy Ricardo, Ralph and Alice — The Honeymooners, and Father Knows Best.
Notice that Lucy and Ricky slept in separate beds. Then too, when was the last time that you saw the entire family together in the living room with the teenagers seated on the floor playing checkers?
Back then everything was so neat and predictable. Dad worked. Mom stayed home with the kids. Then too, mom was this ever flowing fountain of wisdom. She would say things like:
- Always change your underwear; you never know when you’ll have an accident.
- Don’t make that face. Do you want your face to freeze in that position?
- Be careful or you’ll poke your eye out.
- What if everyone jumped off a cliff? Would you do it, too?
- You have enough dirt behind those ears to grow … potatoes! (I see she got to you too!)
- Close that door! Were you born in a barn?
- If you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything at all.
- Don’t put that in your mouth; you don’t know where it’s been!
- Clean your room. Do you want people to think you were born in a pig sty?
So much has changed in the family unit since then. Some of those changes have been good; some not so good. I will leave it up to you to judge which is which.
June Clever has been replaced by Marge Simpson and Ward Clever has been replaced by Homer Simpson.
- Then too, more children today are being raised in a single parent home.
- Blended families are much more common.
- If there is a two parent home, chances are both parents work outside the home.
- Church is less a priority today.
- Families have more demands on their time.
- A growing number of stay-at-home moms now work full or part time from the home.
- There is an increasing number of couples who are living together outside of marriage with children.
The whole family dynamic has changed!
Another change – it simply costs more today to raise a child than back when I was a kid. Please notice these charts.
Obviously, children are expensive!
And yet, in this whirlwind of change, I do not know of a time when mothers have tried any harder to be the perfect mom than today. I mean that. Yes, I know of some exceptions. However, I am talking big picture here. I am talking about the vast majority of you here this morning.
As I pointed out a moment ago:
- Many of you moms work either full or part time.
- You have earned the title of “soccer mom” because you are going here and there trying to take in every sporting event and dance lesson that our society can come up with.
- You try to fit church in there someplace.
- You want to be a good wife – if married.
- You try to keep yourself fit.
I could go on and on.
Let me give you another chart. This one details…
Being a mom is one of the most rewarding, and yet stressful, demanding and difficult jobs in the world.
Returning now to the piece by Ann Romney: People often ask me what it was like to raise five boys. I won’t sugarcoat it. There were times I wanted to tear my hair out. I can remember visiting my friends’ houses, seeing their daughters’ manners, the way they helped with the chores. Then I would return home to my boys, hoping only that my house was still intact.
I like this story. I know that I have shared it once before: Mom was having a terrible day: appliances breaking, telephone and door bell ringing, bills arriving without the money to pay them. Feeling like she was at the breaking point, this young mother picked up her young son and put him in his high chair. She then dropped her head on the tray of his high chair and began to cry!
The little boy watched his mother for a moment, then took the pacifier out of his mouth and placed it into the mouth of his crying mother.
Notice now Luke 2:41-46. Every year his parents went to Jerusalem for the Feast of the Passover. When he was twelve years old, they went up to the Feast, according to the custom. After the Feast was over, while his parents were returning home, the boy Jesus stayed behind in Jerusalem, but they were unaware of it. Thinking he was in their company, they travelled on for a day.
Then they began looking for him among their relatives and friends. When they did not find him, they went back to Jerusalem to look for him. After three days they found him in the temple courts, sitting among the teachers, listening to them and asking them questions.
When a lad reached the age of twelve in Bible times, he was considered a young man. As it were, the women and children traveled at the front of a caravan while the men traveled at the rear. As Mary and Joseph headed back home to Nazareth, Mary no doubt thought that Jesus was in the back traveling with the men. Joseph, on the other hand, thought that Jesus was up front traveling with the ladies. Actually, he was with neither group. He had been left behind in Jerusalem. They had been gone a whole day before they discovered that He was missing.
I love the fact that God placed this account in the Bible. He could have left it out. He could have protected Joseph and Mary’s reputation. But no. God knows that people like you and me need stories like that. For regardless of how hard we try, we all make mistakes as parents.
Let me ask you…
- Have you ever left a child somewhere? My parent had five children. They once left my then three-year-old sister home alone when they went to the grocery store.
- Have you ever disciplined a child only to find out later that he or she was innocent?
- Have you ever taken action when you should have taken time?
- Have you ever lost your temper?
- Have you ever been too tired to listen, to really listen to your child?
- Have you ever had to miss a concert or a t-ball game?
- Have you ever wanted to pull your hair out?
Jesus understands. His mother would understand.
Nonetheless, Jesus survived! You see, children are resilient. God equips them with mental and emotional bumpers. Unless we are talking about cruel and unusual issues such as physical and sexual abuse, abandonment, and the like, children can and will bounce back. The average child can recover from the average parent’s mistakes.
Before I move to my next point, I want to share with you a quote from Billy Graham: “Only God Himself fully appreciates the influence of a Christian mother in the molding of character in her children.” It is impossible to fully understand the “forever” impact of a mother’s role in the lives of her children.
It is often a mother’s faith that sets the foundation of her children’s beliefs. It is the mother who holds the hearts of her children in her hands and her heart. It is the mother who is the refuge, strength and blessing of her home. She is the encourager, teacher, caregiver, and example.”
A little boy, who had been told that it was God who made people good, responded, “Yes, I know it is God, but mother’s help a lot.” So they do.
Mom, let me remind you of something you already know:
- Your mini-van will eventually turn to rust or you will trade it off for another pretty paint job.
- Your house will become too small or too large in time. You will want another one.
- Your clothes will wear out.
- Your job will be fine until another one comes along that pays a little more an hour.
Not so with your children. They are a lifetime investment. They have souls, not motors or windowpanes. They don’t go to the junk yard when they die, they go off into eternity!
THEN LET US BRIEFLY LOOK AT THE THIRD STAGE, THE GRANDPARENT STAGE
2 Timothy 1:5, “I have been reminded of your sincere faith, which first lived in your grandmother Lois and in your mother Eunice and, I am persuaded, now lives in you also.”
Earlier I talked about the changes that are taking place today. I want to draw upon one additional change. Since moms have had to go to work outside the home, more and more grandparents are becoming the secondary caregivers for the children. No doubt, many of you who are grandparents understand the truth of that statement.
This isn’t all bad. As the pastor of this church, I am pleased to know that you are able to live out your faith in front of another generation. Psalm 92:12-14 states in part, “But the godly shall flourish…. Even in old age they will still produce fruit and be vital and green.” The fruit that you produce here is influence and righteousness. It is love and it is faith.
Our young people need role models.
- They still need heroes.
- They need the wisdom that comes with age.
- They need the grace and maturity that a Godly grandmother can provide.
- They need the lovely fragrance of a grandmother’s influence lived on through one, two or even more generations.
Last month I preached the funeral here for Norma Kemp. Norma was 91 years old at the time of her passing. She was survived by her six grandchildren; 14 great-grandchildren; and five great-great-grandchildren. Norma was also a saint. She left a godly legacy on each of those generations.
Grandmother, let me encourage you, leave behind some good fruit. Like Norma, leave for subsequent generations a fitting and godly legacy!
Mothers, today I salute you. Whether you are in the mommy stage, the mother stage or the grandmother stage, I do/we do honor you. As the writer of the book of Proverbs states, we rise up to call you blessed.













