Thank you, Mother, for teaching me the ABC of life. You were loving and caring. By your example and advice you taught me about simple faith. You trusted in me, though I was not always worthy of your trust. You were hard-working and thereby taught me to appreciate work.
Mother, you have told me about the day when I was born. On a sunny day in July you walked around the hospital yard, wondering what to do. You decided not to go in yet and took the bus home. Halfway home on the bus, you realized you should have stayed. You got off the bus and took another bus back to the hospital. They took you in, and I was born a short while later.
Mother, it was important for you that I could get to services. I remember one time, when I was leaving for Oulu spring services and you did not have money to give me. You borrowed money from the old lady next-door, and I got to go to services.
When I left home and to start my studies in town, you advised me: Be honest, do not steal. Even if you are hungry, do not steal but ask for food. You also gave other advice that helped me then and has helped me later. God miraculously protected me even when things were difficult. I know I was a child of your prayers even then.
Mother, you have always been part of my life. When I got married, you and Father gave me a Bible. On the first page of that Bible you had written these words: “But godliness with contentment is great gain”. Those words have a profound meaning. I am sure you hoped that I and my family would keep our gift of faith. You have blessed me with the gospel so many times, and that has comforted me.
Mother, this is the first letter I have ever written to you. I am sure there would have been many reasons to write over the years, especially when I was young. I have written short WhatsApp messages, but they are not letters.
We have naturally also discussed over the phone. I like to call you and hear your voice and laughter. You like to tell me how many fish you have got with your jig. You love your country cottage more than anything else, and when your mind is at rest there, even the pains seem to lessen. I am glad that you are still so active and cheerful.
This spring we will celebrate your sixty-eighth Mothers’ Day. My heart is full gratitude, and I can never thank you enough for all the things you have given and taught me. Dear Mother, I wish you happiness and God’s blessing.
gently holds her child.
I have experienced
the warmth of my mother’s arms
the smell of fresh milk
smiles and admiration
the call of a lullaby
and the love of your heart.
All this will carry me
Can a child ever forget
his mother’s love?
Text: Vesa Kumpula
Translation: Sirkka-Liisa Leinonen
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