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Mother Illustrations

  • couple coffeeCelebrating another "Mother's Day,” gave opportunity to reflect on the influence and importance of mothers in our society today. I think for the most part mothers get a bad rap these days, or at least they don’t get the kind of appreciation they truly deserve, and they sure don’t get the pay-package they earn. Of course, if they did nobody could afford a mother.

    Sometimes it's great to remember the personal influence a person's mother has had on them throughout the years. It was Abraham Lincoln who said, "All I am or ever hope to be I owe to my mother." Perhaps he said this in lieu of a Mother's Day card. Why didn’t I think of that?


    Because of the way God has designed things, a person's mother is the first relationship he or she has in life. If it is a good relationship, it will have a positive influence throughout a person's lifetime.

    Of course, there are those who have never known their mother. Perhaps she died in childbirth or maybe a few days or months after giving birth. The cause is not important, the real importance is the fact that a person never really gets to know his or her mother.

    Even for us who have had mothers in our lives, it is often difficult to say we knew our mothers. Because nothing in all of God's creation is quite like a mother. All I know is, they start out as women, which may explain a lot.

    From my youth I recognized a big difference between my mother and my father. I could never really put my finger on it until years after I left home. Looking back over my life and appreciating some of her influences in my life, I began to understand some things about my mother.

    The most astounding thing I discovered about my mother is that mothers are not fathers.

    I know this may come as a shock to many people; it came as a terrific shock to me. I'm not sure I have gotten over it yet. I knew there was a difference somewhere, but I really could not put my finger on it until I made this awesome discovery.

    Once the shock of this truth waned, I gave this some thought and came up with a few comparisons that helped me understand the difference.

    For example, I remember my mother always having a funny smell about her not quite like the good earthy aroma my father had. My mother always went to great pains so she would smell "pretty." I never did like perfume. It made my nose burn. I remember liking the smell of my father. It was just more natural. And some days it was more natural than other days.

    As I think of my mother, I remember she was highly allergic to dirt, while my father was quite at home with it. Whenever I would come into the house with dirt from head to toe, my mother would go into some kind of hysterical fit wanting me to take off all my clothes and get in the tub right away, and sometimes, it was not even Saturday night.

    Father, on the other hand, seemed happier when he was the dirtiest. Dirt never seemed to bother him. Grease spots or grass stains never offended him at all. But all of this offended my mother. 

    With a “holier-than-thou” air she would always say, "Cleanliness is next to godliness."

    I've often thought to myself, if God did not like dirt why did he make so much of it? And, why was it so much fun to play in?

    Another thing I noticed about my mother was that she didn't know how to play catch in the backyard with her children. When she tried, she always threw like a girl. Father, on the other hand, caught everything, especially flak from mother. He caught everything she could throw, even a fit or two.

    My mother was always laying down the law while father just lay down. I think my mother had some kind of nervous problem because she never could sit still long enough to really relax. Dad, could relax just about anywhere, and he did... often.

    My mother and father made a good team, particularly in the building business. I can remember my mother always raised the roof while father enjoyed painting the town. My brother, sister and I enjoyed the painting exercises of my father, which may explain why his finances were always in the red.

    Another thing I observed about my mother and mothers in general for that matter. There are times when mothers will have a good bawl for no reason, while fathers just loved having a ball for no reason.

    I'm sure there were other differences between my mother and my father. When I realized that mothers are not fathers, the whole world began to make more sense to me. A good father is a perfect balance between a mother and a boy.

    The Bible encourages us to honor both our father and mother. "My son, keep thy father's commandment, and forsake not the law of thy mother:" (Proverbs 6:20).

    Perhaps wise Solomon had our generation in mind when he wrote, "There is a generation that curseth their father, and doth not bless their mother." (Proverbs 30:11).

    Mothers may not be fathers but they are exactly what God ordered. 

    Dr. James L. Snyder is pastor of the Family of God Fellowship, 1471 Pine Road, Ocala, FL 34472. He lives with his wife in Silver Springs Shores.

    Call him at 352-687-4240 or e-mail This email address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it.. The church web site is www.whatafellowship.com.

  • cribTeacher Debbie Moon's first graders were discussing a picture of a family. One little boy in the picture had a different hair color than the other members. One of her students suggested that he was adopted.

    A little girl said, "I know all about adoption, I was adopted."

    "What does it mean to be adopted?", asked another child

    "It means", said the girl, "that you grew in your mommy's heart instead of her tummy!"

  • A mom finds her boy looking at a web site with photos of Brittney SpearsSeeing my 11-year-old son perusing a website filled with photos of Britney Spears, I commented, "She certainly is pretty. Which picture do you like best?"

    "I don't know," he mumbled, embarrassed by his newfound interest in girls. "I'm just reading about her."

    I came closer and peered at the screen."Oh, really?" I said.

    "So when did you learn to read Spanish?

  • convertibleI was driving with my three young children one warm summer evening when a woman in the convertible ahead of us stood up and waved. 

    She was stark naked! 

    As I was reeling from the shock, I heard my five-year-old shout from the back seat,

    "Mom! That lady isn't wearing a seat belt!"

  • expecting mothers signYou should be able to park in an “expecting mother” parking space if you’re waiting for your mom.

  • drivewayThe teenager lost a contact lens while playing basketball in his driveway. After a fruitless search, he told his mother the lens was nowhere to be found.

    Undaunted, she went outside and in a few minutes returned with the lens in her hand.

    "How did you manage to find it, Mom?" the teenager asked.

    "We weren't looking for the same thing," she replied. "You were looking for a small piece of plastic. I was looking for $500."

  • computer2I've got 3 TVs, cable and a satellite dish. I have 3 phone lines in the house, a cell phone and one in the car.

    I use 2 computers, 3 ISPs and a fax. I subscribe to two daily papers and one weekly one. I watch both the local and the network news every evening.

    And my kids have the nerve to tell me I'm out of touch.

  • storm cloudsA boy was helping his mother bring the clothes in off the line as a storm threatened.

    As they brought in the last armload and closed the door, the boy waved his hand at the heavens and said, "Okay God! Let'er go!"

  • phone handheld 2A woman was at home with her children when the telephone rang.

    In going to answer it, she tripped on a rug, grabbed for something to hold on to and seized the telephone table. It fell over with a crash, jarring the receiver off the hook.

    As it fell, it hit the family dog, which leaped up, howling and barking. The woman's three-year-old son, startled by this noise, broke into loud screams.

  • woman cleaningI don't do windows because...
    I love birds and don't want one to run into a clean window and get hurt.

    I don't wax floors because...
    I am terrified a guest will slip and get hurt then I'll feel terrible ( plus they may sue me.)

    I don't mind the dust bunnies because...
    They are very good company; I have named most of them, and they agree with everything I say.

  • car w driver2A woman stood inside the front door, her arms full of coats. Four small children scurried around her.

    Her husband, coming down the stairs, asked why she was standing there.

    "Here," she said, handing him the coats.

    "This time you put the children into their coats, and I'll go honk the horn."

  • child boyLittle Johnny had been misbehaving and was sent to his room. After a while, he emerged and informed his mother that he had thought it over and then said a prayer.

    "Fine," said the pleased mother. "If you ask God to help you not misbehave, He will help you."

    "Oh, I didn't ask Him to help me not misbehave," said Little Johnny. "I asked Him to help you put up with me."

  • family 1950sA few years after I was born, my Dad met a stranger who was new to our small Ohio town. From the beginning, Dad was fascinated with this enchanting newcomer and soon invited him to live with our family. The stranger was quickly accepted and was around from then on.

    As I grew up, I never questioned his place in my family. In my young mind, he had a special niche. My parents were complementary instructors: Mom taught me good from evil, and Dad taught me to obey. But the stranger...he was our storyteller. He would keep us spellbound for hours on end with adventures, mysteries, and comedies.

  • baby 6moWhen my wife quit work to take care of our new baby daughter, countless hours of peekaboo and other games slowly took their toll. One evening she smacked her bare toes on the corner of a dresser and, grabbing her foot, sank to the floor.

    I rushed to her side and asked where it hurt.

    She looked at me through tear-filled eyes and managed to moan,

    "It's the piggy that ate roast beef."

  • watergunsWhen my three-year-old son opened the birthday gift from his grandmother, he discovered a water pistol. He squealed with delight and headed for the nearest sink. I was not so pleased.

    I turned to Mom and said, "I'm surprised at you. Don't you remember how we used to drive you crazy with water guns?"

    Mom smiled and then replied....."I remember."

  • children4I was leaving for a two-day conference, and my seven-year-old daughter, Katherine, was becoming overly clinging and teary.

    I was mystified at her emotional reaction until I heard her say to my husband,

    "Daddy, I have a loose tooth. If it falls out while Mommy is gone, do you know how to handle this tooth fairy thing?"

  • child toddlerOur three year-old granddaughter, Audrey, had just been through an episode of potty training by her Mom, who expressed concerns about her slow progress.

    Audrey, somewhat tired of the process, turned to her Mother and asked:

    "Can't we forget the potty training and just be friends?"

  • doorbellWe had spent the day moving from our farmhouse into our new house in town.

    Early the next morning, a Saturday, our 3 1/2-year-old ran into our bedroom to wake us up.

    I dressed him and told him to play in the yard and to quit bothering us.

    About 20 minutes later, he came running back.

    "Mommy, Mommy," he exclaimed, "everybody has doorbells - and they all work."

  • quote 1513

    "Instead of saying, 'This too shall pass.....' to a mom who is clearly losing it, maybe we could make her dinner, babysit her kids, or clean her house?"

  • toys copyBy Tammy Rosenfeldt

    ~ They started off as babies who found my Tupperware drawer much more fascinating than their toy box.

    ~ The days I change the paper towel roll in the kitchen bring great excitement as they claim their new sword or telescope.

    ~ Their current toys are only exciting when I either reorganize them/put them neatly away or when I start my garage sale pile.

  • Being rejected by a parent is one of the deepest hurts and pains we can experience in life.

    Real life shepherd, Ray Carman, shares about the hope all who have been so rejected have in the care that their Shepherd has for them.

  • daughter waitressWe were standing in line outside a busy restaurant. The harried hostess was checking to find out how many people were in each group. "Party of two," the woman behind us said to her, "and could we please have Michelle?"

    Annoyed looks turned to knowing smiles when she added,

    "Michelle is my daughter, and just once in my life I want her to wait on me!"

  • "Simple Prayer"

    pray boyMy son Gilbert was eight years old and had been in Cub Scouts only a short time.  During one of his meetings he was handed a sheet of paper, a block of wood and four tires and told to return home and give all to "dad".

    That was not an easy task for Gilbert to do.  Dad was not receptive to doing things with his son.  But Gilbert tried.  Dad read the paper and scoffed at the idea of making a pine wood derby car with his young, eager son.  The block of wood remained untouched as the weeks passed.

  • A teenager is someone who...A Teenager is . . .

    -A person who can't remember to walk the dog but never forgets a phone number.

    -A weight watcher who goes on a diet by giving up candy bars before breakfast.

    -A youngster who receives her allowance on Monday, spends it on Tuesday, and borrows it from her best friend on Wednesday.

  • dog2An older, tired-looking dog wandered into my yard. I could tell from his collar and well-fed belly that he had a home and was well taken care of. He calmly came over to me, I gave him a few pats on his head. Then he followed me into my house, slowly walked down the hall, curled up in the corner and fell asleep.

    An hour later he went to the door and I let him out.

    The next day he was back, greeted me in my yard, walked inside and resumed his spot in the hall and again slept for about an hour. This continued off and on for several weeks.

  • Children are always watching the adults around them.A message every adult should read, because children are watching you and doing as you do, not as you say.

    When you thought I wasn't looking,
    I saw you hang my first painting on the refrigerator,
    and I immediately wanted to paint another one.

    When you thought I wasn't looking,
    I saw you feed a stray cat,
    and I learned that it was good to be kind to animals.