Sunday is Mother’s Day. It is a day to honor mothers.
My mother raised me to believe that to honor her was to obey her regardless of how old I became. My mother had it wrong, though. Honoring has nothing to do with obeying. As an adult child, the need for me to obey her stopped when I became eighteen.
Every time someone says to me that I was raised right or that I must’ve had a great mother, I bring her honor. She is esteemed. She is praised. It is my responsibility to live my life in a manner that brings her honor whether she deserves it or not.
Every day. Not just Mother’s Day.