BILLY McCORD: As I see it

MUG-Billy-McCord-CMYKAttention to all of my loyal readers. This Sunday, May 11, is Mother’s day.
Mother’s Day began as a day to honor those mothers whose son(s) sacrificed their lives in service to their country. It later honored all mothers and the important place they have in the lives of the children of our country. Many children have grown up and done very well because of the time their mother spent in prayer for them.
After delivering a Mother’s day sermon to a fairly large congregation, a young man called me aside and said, “Sir you should know that everyone has not had a positive relationship with their mother.”
My heart went out to him but it made me careful about what I said in future Mother’s day messages.
I realize that I am fortunate to have grown up in a home where children came first. My mother never worked outside the home. None of us ever came home to an empty house. She was always there. We all enjoyed three meals a day without exception.
When I became old enough and had the money I always got her some kind of gift for Mother’s day. She always fussed and said that it was not necessary. She was sincere and so was I. I simply wanted to give her a gift on the special day because, after all, she gave me life.
The most memorable thing about Mother’s day was going to my grandmother’s house before we went to church. She always had red and white roses blooming and each of us would select an appropriate rose. A red rose was selected if your mother was living and a white rose if she was deceased. Mother and all of us always selected a red rose and my grandmother would select a white rose. That being done, it was off to church. After church it was lunch cooked either by my mother or my grandmother. Cooking was no problem to them because it was a daily activity, including Mother’s day.
I never knew my grandparents on the McCord side of the family. My grandmother died when I was a year old. My grandfather McCord died when my father was five years of age. Obviously, I missed knowing my grandparents on that side of the family.
The older we get, the wiser we think our parents were. I read an article somewhere a while ago that I think summarizes the attitude we had about our mother from childhood to adulthood. I do not know the author but am glad to share it with you:

4-year-old: “My mommy can do anything.”

8-year-old: “My mom knows a lot! A whole lot.”

12-year-old: “My mother doesn’t know quite everything.”

14-year-old: “Naturally, mom doesn’t know that either.”

16-year-old: “Mom? She’s hopelessly old-fashioned.”

18-year-old: “That old woman? She’s way out of date.”

25-year-old: “Well she might know a little bit about it.”

30-year-old: “She’s smarter that she used to be.”

35-year-old: “Before we decide, let’s get Mom’s opinion.”

50-year-old: “Wonder what Mom would have thought about it?”

65-year-old: “Wish I could talk it over with Mom.”

If your mother is still living, I hope you will be able to visit with her on Sunday. If you do not have time, take time. Mother’s Day can be 365 days a year. If your mother is deceased then I hope you enjoy the fond memories of her as I enjoy the memories of my mother. I dedicate this column to my mother, Ila Edwards McCord, and Ann’s mother, the best mother in-law a man could ever have, Louise Sanders Thomas.

Billy McCord is a retired school administrator of DeSoto County. He is Pastor of Shady Grove UM Church in Calhoun County. He represents District 3 of Calhoun County and is President of the Calhoun County School Board. Contact him:

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