Some of these blogs are easy to write and some are more difficult. You would think this topic would be easy to write about…mothers. It’s difficult because words fail to adequately describe the importance of mothers in our life. As a child, the most important woman in my life was my mother. She was always there to protect me, take care of me, and teach me. I like the image of a hen gathering her chicks…it reminds me of my mother and how she was always there to take care of me.
I will never forget a visit my mother made to my home while I was stationed in South Korea. We took a day trip to the Demilitarized Zone between North and South Korea. Our guide briefed us “if you hear gunfire while we are in the DMZ, you need to run to the bus immediately. As soon as most of you are here, we will leave.” Notice he said most, not all. I was immediately tormented. What if something happens and my mother isn’t in the group that makes it to the bus before it leaves? Fortunately, our visit was uneventful–there was no gunfire.
Now, some counsel for my children. At some point in your life, you will leave home and
venture through life on your own. As you do so, I admonish you to never forget your mother. You will have many friends come and go. You’ll have roommates that will be become best friends…and then fade away. You will even find other woman who stand in the role of a mother-away-from-home. But you will never have another mother. She will be a constant in your life. She should hold the preeminent place of honor in your life. The First Presidency said, “Motherhood is near to divinity. It is the highest, holiest service to be assumed by mankind. It places her who honors its holy calling and service next to the angels” (Conference Report October 1942, 12-13, quoted in Strengthening the Family).
I appreciated what one of the speakers (Keith Chapman) said at church yesterday. He said he knew the mothers in our congregation were good women because of their fruit. He sees the goodness of the mothers reflected in the lives of their children. I know the mother of my children is a good and honorable woman because I see it in her fruit…I see her goodness in our children.
Let me now give tribute to the mother of my children. She is the giver of life to my offspring. She is the nurturer of truth to the future. She is the defender of virtue and the teacher of honor. She is the vessel of beauty that brightens our home. She is the light of the spirit that leads our family to eternity.
In all my life, I’ve only been ready to fight someone once. One time in 40 years, I’ve taken my coat off, thrown it on the ground, and prepared to throw a punch. The occasion…someone offended my wife. I’ll never forget the change in the man I was facing when he realized that his arrogant position was no longer tenable in my life…something was going to change. Fortunately, he raised his hands, backed down, and walked away.
Captain Moroni called his people to battle with these words on the Title of Liberty: “In memory of our God, our religion, our freedom, and our peace, our wives, and our children” (Alma 46:12).
Let no man offend the mother of my children lest he desire to receive my wrath and my fury!