My Mother of Affection
I won’t get the chance to personally read the tribute below tomorrow at the memorial service for a strong, loving woman who has had the most significant affect on my life. Mrs. Reynolds, never stopped believing in me and listening with her heart. Please help me celebrate her life today.
I had lost out on the love of two mothers in my life—my birth mother and my adoptive mother. But evidently God still had a plan. Since living with this wonderful, caring family as a freshman in high school, “My Mother of Affection,” as Mrs. Reynolds fondly asked me to call her, had been the rock in my life. She taught me not only to love myself, but shared with me the true meaning of a bond between a mother and daughter that can’t be broken.
I still remember our phone conversation. It was one of those moments when I put my trust in another human being with the part of me that hurts the deepest; “Mrs. Reynolds, I am so excited about being asked to speak at our Women’s Church Retreat, but many of my friends are bringing their mothers. I was wondering if you could possibly please come with me.” With no hesitation, “my mother of affection” answered, “I will be there.” I couldn’t believe this woman with three beautiful daughters of her own would fly all the way up to Oregon from Sacramento to be with me. Together, we had the most amazing weekend of my life. It certainly made up for all those mother-daughter special times that I had missed out on while growing up.
When I have doubts about my self-worth or who I really belonged to, I think of you with a smile, “My Mother of Affection.” I don’t see your passing away from such a long, good life as one more loss, but rather that you blessed so many of us, including me, with your gifted brush that was always colorfully painting this world a better place. I loved you beyond words.