The Best Gift My Mom Gave Me by Sarah Reinhard

What’s the best gift your mom gave you?   Today’s reflection comes from the ever-insightful writer  Sarah Reinhard.  Sarah is one of the first e-friends I made when I started blogging three + years ago, and her blog  remains one of my very faves.  She is the author of a number of books for families and writes online at SnoringScholar.com.  Thank you so much for sharing your thoughts here, Sarah!

The first and greatest gift my mother gave me is my life. As I’ve come to appreciate the unique circumstances that led to my very existence, I can’t help but thank her for that.

The second, and more recent gift, which I’ll spend more time explaining, is forgiveness.

I spent five years not speaking to my mother, not communicating with her, and being quite a jerk to anyone who had the temerity or bad luck to bring up her name to me. The reasons for this were varied and, as I look back, rather immature.

And yet, in spite of this, she didn’t hesitate to embrace me fully and completely when I approached her asking for her forgiveness.

It makes me think of the story of the prodigal son (see Luke 15:11-32) and how much the response of the merciful father touches me.

It makes me think of the pain ahead of me in my own vocation as a mother.

It makes me look to God and wonder at the pain I’ve caused Him throughout my life—heck, just today!

My understanding of forgiveness has grown, and my mom’s example to me has remained as a lesson in life and faith.

Sarah Reinhard blogs at SnoringScholar.com amidst the chaos and joy of life in the country with kids and critters underfoot.

3 Responses to The Best Gift My Mom Gave Me by Sarah Reinhard

  1. Sarah, your story cuts to the heart of our lives in Christ. God bless your mother, God bless you. With only the moment that we are in to focus on, your mother was immediate in her response, as Jesus is, as we all hope to be.

    Thank you for sharing this.

  2. Fran, thanks for your kind comment! :)

  3. I sympathize with you a great deal. I didn’t speak with my mother for a few years as well. What got me speaking to her again was a series of revelations that I received from prayer. I found that it wasn’t her that “irritated” me, but the reflection I saw from her, which bore elements that I didn’t like about myself. I know this sounds like something a therapist would say, but it’s really true. My mother tends to be a tad dramatic and overprotective, and these are things I was able to see in myself. This came strictly from prayer and reflection with a clear mind. My forgiveness is also growing, and I’m starting to have a meaningful relationship with her without that backround resentment.