Her Children Rise Up And Call Her Blessed

When I look back on my childhood I have wonderful memories of my mom and the knowledge of how much I was loved.

My mom always wanted to be a mom and it showed.

There were snacks waiting for us after school.

She was there to ask us how our day was..even if we didn’t want to answer:-)

When it was cold and snowing my mom had hot cocoa with marshmallows on the table.

I am not a perfect mom..no one is…but I learned from her how to love my children.

How to instill faith.

How to pray for and with my children.

I learned that marriage is hard and it is work.

I learned to take care of my family with good foods.

I know how to deeply love my own children because my heart is deeply rooted in the love that mom had for me.

Thank you mom for building our lives with your love, support and encouragement.

Thank you for the thousands of prayers that we don’t even know about.

Thank you for believing in me and thinking I am amazing (everyone needs that one person that sees the incredible).

Thank you for having rose colored glasses sometimes.  Sometimes that is all I needed.

Thank you for the keeping me home on those “sick days” when you knew I wasn’t really sick and I just wanted to be loved on.

You have three children that love you deeply.

You also have six grandchildren that think you are one of their favorite people in the world:-)

Here are a few of their thoughts….

Benjamin: “I love go to her house, playing with her and I love when she comes to our house”.

Madolyn: “I love that she spends time with us, plays with us, is nice and I just love having fun and playing with her”.

Jack: “One of my favorite things is that she loves the Lord a lot.  I love that she will make us popsicles and goes out of her way to do fun things with us”.

Kelly: “You have been kind to me from day one.  No matter if we have been going through ups or downs you have always been loving and sweet to me.  I love you”.

Happy Birthday, mom.

I hope I can do half of the job you have done.

Love you.

Her children rise up and call her blessed.  Proverbs [31:28]

(All photos and post idea stolen from my sister Amy 🙂)

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  1. Elaine/TinkerVerve

    beautiful, beautiful post, Jeanne (& Amy). Sometimes when I read your thoughts I’m amazed how many things we have in common. I have a feeling that if we could spend the day together we would find a lot of enjoyment there! 🙂 {btw…you have such a beautiful mother}

  2. Rachel

    Those of us who have moms like this know that they are a priceless gift from God.
    What a blesding to have a love like this in a broken world.
    Happiest birthday to your mom!

  3. Connie Brauer

    Jeanne – Absolutely beautiful! This brought tears to my eyes. I found your mom to be a wonderful and sweet person when I met her at Anne Marie’s. What a wonderful tribute to her, and you are following in her footsteps. Happy Birthday to Jeanne’s mom!
    Connie (aka Lou)

  4. Amy

    I love these posts — you and Amy both have given your mother such a wonderful, well-deserved gift for her special day.

  5. Lori

    What a great post for your Mom Jeanne ~ I think that the apple does not fall far from the tree on this one ~ you look just like her! Happy Birthday Mama!!

  6. Leah C

    Happy Birthday to your sweet Mom!! I had the pleasure of meeting her when I took your class at the Nada Farm event…such a special lady:)

  7. Bev

    Beautiful post Jeanne. I lost my Mom last year and I found what you said really hit home. Never realized how when something exciting was going on in my life she was the first one I shared it with…the first time after she was gone I found myself picking up the phone to share my happiness with her. And then I realized that would be no more.
    To everyone that still has a Mother…love her like there is no tomorrow and enjoy every minute you possibly can with her.
    Mother…I miss you so much but I know you still have your hand in my hand leading me in the right direction. Although I don’t physically see you there I feel your presence.
    Sorry Jeanne for blabbing on. And a very Happy Birthday to your Mom. Hugs and kisses to her.

  8. the domestic fringe

    This is a beautiful tribute to your mom. She’s lovely and sounds like the best mom ever. Happy Birthday to your mom! I hope she has an amazing day and a blessed year to come.
    ~FringeGirl

  9. Karen

    My Mom was a mom. She loved being a mom. She too would have snacks ready for us when we got home from school and hot chocolate after a day in the snow. She was always there for me. She would drop everything for ME.
    She passed away 20 years ago when I was only 27, she 58. I few weeks after she passed I was watching a TV show where a man’s wife had died and he was talking to his son . Something like this. “Hundreds of people told me I would be all right at your mom’s funeral and I didn’t beleive one of them, then you told me and I believed you”…. That was me with my mom, hundreds of people could have told me that I’d be all right after my first love broke my heart or when I didn’t make cheerleading or when I was so scared before an operation and I would not have believed them but when she said it I believed her. And you know what? She was always right. I could go on and on about all the things she did and all the things I’ve missed out on since. I loved her to my core like no other. She used to wear a perfume by Clinque, I can’t imagine they sell it anymore but every once in a while, in odd places, I can smell that perfume. I stops me in my tracks. I smile and know she’s there.
    Her passing was very hard for me. But what I didn’t know was that she left me with one last gift. A path, to make my own way. To become myself, to figure things out for myself to grow and make difficult decisons and to be happy. love you mom!

    Thanks for sharing your mom with me and tell her Happy Birthday!!!

    K

    K

  10. Eleanor

    Jeanne, you are so much like your Mother–beautiful inside and out! Thank you for sharing this lovely post.

  11. Marcia

    Beautiful! As a Queen Mum to many, this is the goal I’m working toward – convincing them of their potential, my absolute love for each of them and pointing them to the Lover of their souls. Another favorite scripture of mine is Psalm 90:17 “let the beauty of the Lord our God be upon us and establish the work of our hands for us.” If I’m going to work, I want it to be beautiful and lasting. Blessings!

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