Not too long ago, had the rich experience in California's richest county, Marin, of seeing a friend's mom rise early in the morning before daybreak to make melt in your mouth morsels for her family and church. True Treasure is not in gold or dollars and cents. This photo of this mother, grandmother and now even great grandmother speaks a thousand words of true value...like her overriding the pain for the expected joy. Old bones ache sometimes, but she pressed on!
WOW-Whispers of Wonders--seeing the kneading, pressing and pounding of love to make life a little sweeter and better. That's what Mothers do! They make life better. "Yes, they do!" No wonder "Mom" is next to God in the pre-Twitter age short message of why we fight for America: "God, Mom & Apple Pie."
To those who can wear the Red Rose, as it is the tradition of Black Churches to honor a living mother, wear that Rose proudly and let your mother see you. For those of us who wear the White Rose today, wear it proudly letting your mother know in heaven that you wear it as a pronouncement of all your accomplishments inspired by her. Give tribute children, small or large and remember as with your mother's love, it's not the things that count. You don't remember the presents but the presence!