But I have been reflecting on mother’s love. I recently read a book by Archbishop Desmond Tutu and the Dalai Lama. The Dalai Lama was taken from his mother at two years old. But at eighty, he still paid tribute to the loving foundation she established for him. Thankfully, I have had fifty-two years and counting with my mother. And like the Dalai Lama, I can confidently say that my mother taught me most of what I know about love. Even though I am well into middle-age, my mother still offers me love and emotional support. She has loved me so long and so well that I mostly take it for granted. I certainly don’t thank her often enough for her love.
I cannot remember my first months and years of life. But I suspect my mother did for me more or less what my wife did for our children. Twice I watched my wife go through 9 months of pregnancy, labor and delivery, and then more months of breast-feeding. For fifteen months (pregnancy through the first six months after birth), ALL of our children’s nourishment came through her body. When I paused to think about that, I am still astonished and humbled.
I suspect that the love of a mother for her child is about as close as human beings get to God’s love for us. A mother’s love is generous, self-sacrificing, persistent, life-giving, and very nearly unconditional. Would that I could love more like that!