An Open Letter about my Mom.

2012/05/13

Usually I do something small and kind and private to honor my mother on Mother’s Day. But not this year. I’ve got this (underused) blog, so I’m going to broadcast her praises wide and clear.

Born the third of 13-plus children in the mid-1940s in a middle Georgia town, my mother Rebecca was and remains the jewel of the family. She accepted her savior Jesus Christ at a young age and has remained His child for all the decades since, acting as a light for her husband and sons to know what a true Christian is like.

Note that I wrote “husband.” Singular. She’s been married for more than 40 years to just the one. In a modern era in which divorce is all too common, she and he have achieved one of the ultimate status symbols, one that cannot be bought with money but with hard work and great fidelity: The long-term marriage.

I also mentioned “sons.” She bore two, of which I am the first. She loves her boys fiercely but tenderly, with a light touch, lest she grip too tightly and prevent us from flying away to our own destinies.

(I’m reminded of a good movie I saw recently: “Think Like A Man,” in which one of the characters is a little lot bit too closely enmeshed in his mother’s life — and she does not approve of any of her son’s choices for a potential mate.

I am happy to report that my mother does not exhibit any of those problems.)

My mom is a superb cook — this woman can throw down like a judo flip in the kitchen with food that will curl your toes. But she’s so caring about people’s health and wellness that she’s actually backed off from using that aspect of her culinary skills. Instead, she’ll substitute healthier alternatives to the standard ingredients and still make it taste fine — though not as mmmmm-good as the less-nutritious normal recipe.

Wait. Recipe? Rebecca Sampson doesn’t actually use recipes. She just does stuff and makes meals. Seriously, I’ve tried to get measurements from her and she can only give me vague, ballpark figures of what she used in any given dish.

Speaking of a dish, she is one — that is, she’s an attractive woman. Always has been and remains so in her 60s. (She’ll bristle a bit at my saying so, but it’s just true.) People say I look just like my father, which is a good thing, because he’s good-looking. (She chose well.) But my great smile comes straight from Mom.

She smiles a lot, because she’s so full of joy that comes straight from the Lord.

She also has a great gift of prophecy from the Lord. I’m not talking about the usual understanding of prophecy — she can’t see the future. (Although she has had premonitions given to her by God, ranging from the very vague that only became clear in hindsight to a couple of very specific ones.) Rather, she’s a prophet in the sense of “one who declares the word of the Lord.” As such, she’s one I can always trust to give a biblical point of view of matters great and small.

Mom is also very wise in money matters. More than once, she’s given me sound counsel on how to handle my finances, and shown me how to sense a bargain. And every April, this trained accountant can help me untangle the hot mess that is the federal tax code. But thanks to her tutelage, I have to call on her less and less.

Which is a good thing, because as much as I’d like it to be otherwise, she won’t be around here on earth forever. In fact, one of the reasons for this open letter is because she’s heading out of town to help care for my grandma in her twilight years.

But as I opened this piece saying, the other reason is that I want all of you who will ever read this blog to know how I became the great man I am and am still growing to become.

It’s because of Mom.

Happy Mother’s Day, Rebecca Sampson. I love you.

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One Response to “An Open Letter about my Mom.”

  1. Nancy Says:

    Darron, Thank you so much for sharing this awesome testimony about your amazing mom. I really enjoyed reading about your mom Rebecca! Very sweet…,
    Happy Mothers Day Mrs Rebecca Sampson,
    may the Lord give you long life and may he continue to bless you….


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