When she was very pregnant with our first daughter, my wife got hit by a taxi driver in Boston.
They both got out to look at the damage to our car. The taxi driver stood in the road for a second and then sprinted back to his car and sped away. My wife, in what I like to imagine involved a Dukes of Hazzard hood slide, jumped back into her car. Through the streets of Boston she chased him down, getting his license plate number and eventually calling the police. The cab company had already switched the plates around at the shop but it was too late, the driver had run head on into mom justice.
You just can’t mess with moms. You can’t properly imagine what they’re capable of.
My friend J. took in two foster kids because there are thousands of kids in Nebraska who need a mom.
Our family friend is raising her granddaughter because sometimes being a mom is a lifetime activity that stretches across generations.
My own mom moved from North Carolina to Massachusetts, helped my dad start a church in a car wash and 30 years later is doing it all over again.
Thank God for moms who don’t give up.
Thank God for moms who won’t let up.
Thank God for moms who love us even when we’re in some pretty unlovable places sometime.
Today, if you’ve got a great mom story let’s hear it. Today if you want to say “thanks,” let’s hear that too.
Happy Mother’s Day.