I am a grandmother now. I am very grateful to God for life and especially today, on Mother’s Day, I am grateful to God for my mother. Some childhood images come into my mind. My mom takes me in her arms and carries to bed; I still remember the smell of her warm body. I also remember how we went shopping one day and my mom bought me a doll that day. The feeling of happiness fills me up when I recall that day.
When I was eleven, a dog had bitten me and left me with 19 wounds. My mother carried me for three kilometers in her arms to the nearest hospital. I remember how she ran and prayed all the way. When we got to the hospital, the doctors had to save me and my mom because she was pregnant with my younger brother. Praise be to the Lord, we all stayed alive.
Another image comes to my mind. USSR, 1989. My family had come to the Brest railroad station to say good-bye to us when we were leaving for the USA. Soldiers were not letting those who came to say good-bye come near the railcars. The train started to leave, and suddenly I see my mother running alone on the platform. All the others had remained behind the soldiers. She simply said to the soldier: “Son, maybe this is the last time I see my children and grandchildren”. He stepped aside and let her go.
Today, my mom is 79. She has lived a hard life. She spent her childhood during the war. The first day of the war her father died. Her life after the war was not a piece of cake either. At an older age, she lost two adult sons. But she never got angry with God, never complained with her life, and left us, her children, great love. Love, that is equal to God’s love.
THANK YOU, MOM FOR EVERYTHING! I LOVE YOU VERY MUCH!