PEACE OF GOD - A MOTHERS LOVE - MOTHERS CARE
AND ITS LEGACY IN A MOTHERS POEM
LEGACY
Some may say that my world has become smaller,
And of little consequence to how the world turns.
My hours and days measured by small increments and daily routines.
There are small hands to clean, tiny tears to dry.
The daily ritual of putting everything once more
into its place.
There are clothes to fold, dishes to wash.
The family dog which barks and goes in
and out of the house several times a day.
There are three meals a day to plan and prepare.
Yes,
there is a predictable rhythm to my days.
But I say that my world has become greater.
On a warm
afternoon, when the peaceful silence is only interrupted by bird songs,
When the sunlight gently throws
soft bars of light against the cool shadows of the sofa corner,
I rest with my infant curled gently in my embrace.
His breath, soft and low; I hold him close.
Like a seashell, I draw him up to my ear
To hear the mysterious sound
Of the music of new life.
God has given me the supreme privilege of caring for and
nurturing a human soul … who will live and love and work … And give love and life to others.
What greater influence is there than this!
Mary Henrich Doria 4/12/99
Can you expect your children to love you?
Respect
you? Barbara Henrich was a nurse RN at a hospital for many years. She had a grandma patient who gave her advice on this subject
that Barbara never forgot. Read the true story below:
By Barbara Ann Henrich December 1972
Once upon a Christmas season in the year 1970, a seventy year old Grandmother lay laboring for breath. She had been
admitted to the hospital a few days before with a diagnosis of lung cancer and congestive heart failure.
As the
nurse made her second patient rounds for the evening she noted that Grandma's condition appeared to have deteriorated in the
past couple of hours. The nurse seeing the Grandma's doctor shortly thereafter, reported her condition and an order for medication
was given. The doctor said he would visit her later that evening.
During the next few hours Grandma's condition
began to deteriorate rapidly with more rapid respirations and pulse, large beads of cold perspiration ran down her face and
now an almost continuous stream of brownish saliva was expectorated. At this moment the Grandma stretched forth her hand in
a pleading almost desperate manner toward the nurse and asked not to be left alone. Grandma said she would die before the
doctor arrived and the nurse had reason to believe she just might.
The nurse put in an urgent call to the doctor,
received orders and returned to Grandma's bedside where she sat down and took her hand. The hand was gratefully received and
in a half stuporous manner Grandma said "God how much longer must I wait?" She then opened her eyes and looked at
the nurse as if to ask the same question of her. To divert Grandma's attention the nurse made comment on what attractive and
loving children she seemed to have. Grandma brightened somewhat at this point and asked if the nurse had a family. Then with
added strength of deep conviction the Grandma said, "Dear, never expect your children will love
you because they are your children; anymore than you will love them for the same reason. Only through years of learning to
accept each others worth will this come." With these very weighty thoughts having been expressed the Grandma relaxed
a bit and very shortly thereafter the doctor arrived. Seeing for himself her grave condition she was further medicated and
swiftly moved into the intensive care unit where a short time afterwards her happy soul took flight from the tired, time-worn
body.
The loving son and daughter were waiting outside the unit when the doctor came out to give them the sad
news. They embraced each other, unashamed of the hot tears flowing down their faces. As the nurse stood nearby and yet abstract
from this part of the drama she felt an empathy such as she had never felt before. She wanted and possibly needed to share
with them the words of their loving mother but the words would not come. As the stage became void, except for the nurse, tears
began to flow uncontrollably as though a great dam had been blown asunder. After a time the nurse exhausted, wet cheeked and
red-eyed got back to the task at hand. Even the almost intolerable patient in room 119 took his last medication without caustic
comment and even thanked the nurse and wished her a good night.
Many, many months have come and gone but the nurse
has never been quite the same. The final statement of wisdom from that Grandma lives on and one continues to marvel at how
varied is God's way; His miracles to perform and His will and truths to make known. As it is with the
children's love for Grandma which grew stronger with acceptance, so it is with our love for God that burns more brightly as
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