It’s early, but…

Both of my girls have birthdays on days that had earth-shattering events occur. It is often mentioned when talking about the girls and their birthdays. So, with this in mind, I am writing this post early so that my mind won’t be torn to write about the event that should not be forgotten but should not be tied to the celebration of this woman.

Saturday is my youngest daughter’s birthday. (Yes, 9/11, see the above paragraph! ) Happy Birthday my dear Rachel.

I would like to share a bit about this woman. She is probably rolling her eyes about now, but isn’t that what being a mother is all about? I have always said that she is my special gift from Jesus, and she is. Like most women, once you reach a certain age, you recognize a birthday as another year around the calendar. Just another day, you get cards, you get online greetings and if you are lucky you get cake. Not a big deal.

This year, though I feel like she needs to recognized. She is a tireless worker, not saying she doesn’t get tired, we all do, but, she continues working and is faithful in her work. That can be housework, home-school work, tutoring, or ministry at her church. She is faithful in what she does. She finds joy in what she does. People rely on her knowing she is a responsible and loyal person. I stand in awe of what she can accomplish in a given day.

Being a Mom, (like all Moms) she rises and gets moving. She tends to her family. And, like most families, Moms are just there. Of course they are doing what needs to be done, they’re MOM. Moms can often feel like they are in the midst of everything but are like a piece of furniture, you see it, you depend on it, but since it’s always there you don’t fully appreciate it’s value. Rachel, I appreciate you and I definitely see your value.

My daughter is creative, she always has been. Throughout my house are reminders of her creativity. School crafts that have survived countless moves, a little red and white barn with our last name on it and tiny animals that were once glued inside, now just leaning freely. A wooden heart painted pink that says, Mom the heart of the home which hangs in my kitchen still. A framed painting that used to grace my desk when I worked. Homemade jam, vanilla, the list could go on and on. She is talented and competent in accomplishing tasks and projects. I love her artistic flare for life.

She has a tender heart. When she was in elementary school she had a t-shirt that had a heart on the sleeve, after wearing it one day her principal commented that it was the perfect shirt for her because she had a heart that was open and giving. She is the same still. Her compassion and gentleness is a gift to all who can see and recognize this quality in her.

As an adult I have seen an inner strength in her that I admire. I have watched her through trials that would have broken me and yet, she stands. She stands with grace and mercy. She reminds me of a willow tree, that moves freely in the wind, but has strong roots to keep her in place.

All this to say, Happiest of Birthdays my darling girl. I am so proud to be your Mom. You have graced my life with much laughter, much love, and some gray hair. Thank you for being you. You truly are my special gift from Jesus. “Every gift God freely gives us is good and perfect, streaming down from the Father of lights, who shines from the heavens with no hidden shadow or darkness and is never subject to change.” James 1:17 (The Passion Translation)

Cathi (DAF)


Published by marycatherinethomas

M. Catherine Thomas is a published writer, speaker and teacher. Mother of two and grandmother..

6 thoughts on “It’s early, but…

  1. Happy Birthday, Rachel! This is absolutely beautiful Cathi! Reminds me much of Rachel’s mother!💕

  2. Hi Cathi—we haven’t heard from you. Have you stopped blogging? It’s been so many months. Hopefully everything is well with you and your family.

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