Growing up living beside by paternal grandmother, there was a beautiful rose bush that always delivered on Mother's Day. I was told that if your mother was living you would wear a red rose and if she had passed away the color worn was white. For as long as I can remember, I have insisted on a red flower of some sort if my husband wanted to buy a corsage for me to wear Sunday morning on Mother's Day. My mother always upheld the rule and when her mother passed away she began wearing a white flower.
You might think this is morbid, but it is a way we paid tribute to our moms. We gave thanks for their influence in our lives and honored them through the red and paid our humble respect with white. That was probably my first remembrance of Mother's Day, except for the fact we took my mom out for Sunday lunch at a restaurant (which was not the norm growing up in rural Virginia)!
Today as I have aged and become a grandmother, I realize that what my grandmothers and my mother always enjoyed was time spent with us...not necessarily a present. I know that I didn't realize the concept of time spent instead of a gift buying venture until I became a bit older. Moms like to not only hear from their offspring, but they long to be included in "what's happening" in their daily lives, activities and grandchildren's lives. Even the mundane stuff.
As I was teaching recently I compared our conversations with our children to the conversations we have with our Father God. It works so much better when our children call us than when we call them. For when we call them, they could be in the middle of something and the conversation isn't that great. However, regardless of what we are in the middle of, when a child calls a parent, we set aside whatever we're doing and make time to listen. God is like that....He might really need to tell us something, but at that moment we're not ready to listen; however, when we need Him....He is always ready to listen and love us.
That is a picture of your mom, or at least the mom I grew up with. May this Mother's Day bring you closer to your mom whether by conversation or a visit. If your mom has joined the Lord Jesus, may you find a mother to salute. And if you have children....may they realize time is a precious commodity.
Blessings to all the moms out there!