I grew up around a “Steel Magnolia” mother: Melba Taylor Holt. She was strong, vibrant, forceful and joyful (except when she inspected my room). I can’t remember a day when she was ever sick. She was at every ballgame, every meet and heck, she even came up every year to the University of Georgia and cooked a big meal for everyone on my gymnastics team. She was the rock of our family.
She died last year after a 10-year “bout” with Alzheimer’s—which I say “bout” because she won the match. My mom was joyful, friendly and kind, even with the disease. She beat the disease!
Over the years, observing my wife, the mother of our seven children, I have grown to love this poem by William Ross Wallace. Read it slowly and deliberately. Every line is a powerful tribute to our beloved mothers.
Mother’s Day is this Sunday. Send your mother a card, give her a call and remember that your life is a direct result of her choice to carry you, birth you and nurture you. She may not have done it all perfectly, but I’ll bet she loves you more deeply than you’ll ever know.
Thankful for Mothers,
Steve Holt M.A., D.D.
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