Mothers are strange. They can get up multiple times during the night to feed, burp, change, and then feed, burp, change many more times. Sometimes that wee one will cry and not be quieted for hours on end. Finally, about the time the mother gets into a deep sleep, morning comes and happy sounds of blubbering and jabbering come from the nursery. That is Mother’s signal to get up and start another day. When she goes in, the baby smiles and reaches up for a hug from Mommy. That sweet gesture melts away the mother’s frustration, if not the fatigue.
Being the wise parent-planners we were, Steve and I had three boys, ages three and a half and younger. None of them slept through the night at those ages, so by the time I got up with each one a few times, good sleep was not in the picture for several years. Was it worth it? You bet. Now, as grown men, when either of them put a big arm around me and say, “I love you, Mom,” those sleepless nights are but a faint memory.
In spite of the love we receive from our children, no parent escapes moments of embarrassment. I certainly didn’t. Perhaps the one I remember best happened in the first year of my husband’s ministry. No nursery existed in that small rural church he was serving. My duties included teaching Sunday school, leading the singing, and all the while trying to keep three preschoolers from disturbing public worship. I sat the two older ones on each side of me and held the youngest in my lap. It seemed when I directed my attention to any one of them, another would do something he shouldn’t. Once I was trying to appease Shannon, the two-year-old, and looked around to find Scott, the three-year-old, had gotten into my purse, taken out “a personal item,” and had it in his mouth pretending to smoke it like a cigarette. I looked around, hoping no one noticed. Wrong! All eyes were on him and giggles erupted.
A friend recently told me of her embarrassing moment. They were in a crowded store when her three-year-old spotted an Eastern woman in full Burqa dress. “Mommy, look. There’s Mary,” she said as she pointed and smiled at the Muslim lady. The more the mommy tried to quiet the daughter, the more she insisted that was Mary (the mother of Jesus.) The Muslim lady was not amused.
There are many God-fearing mothers in the Bible – Mary, Hannah, Elisabeth, and the mother who was willing to let the other woman have her baby rather than have him split in two – just to recall a few. In spite of terrible news of mothers abusing their children or neglecting them today, many saintly, loving mothers still exist. Mother’s Day is a wonderful time to honor them and recount funny family stories about and with them.

Exodus 20:12
Honour thy father and thy mother: that thy days may be long upon the land which the LORD thy God giveth thee.

1 Samuel 2:19
Moreover his mother made him a little coat, and brought it to him from year to year, when she came up with her husband to offer the yearly sacrifice.
I Kings 3: 25 - 27 And the king said, Divide the living child in two, and give half to the one, and half to the other.
Then spake the woman whose the living child was unto the king, for her bowels yearned upon her son, and she said, O my lord, give her the living child, and in no wise slay it. But the other said, Let it be neither mine nor thine, but divide it.
Then the king answered and said, Give her the living child, and in no wise slay it: she is the mother thereof.

Author's Bio: 

Barbara Eubanks, Christian author and speaker, is a multi-tasker. She and her husband, Steve Eubanks, Sr., got their undergraduate degrees from Samford University, in Birmingham, Alabama, while parenting their three young sons. Barbara, who disliked school from the time she began at age six and vowed she would never go again after graduating from high school, went on to the University of Alabama and earned a M.A. and an Ed.S. She taught high school English for thirty-five years. (God DOES have a sense of humor as he directs our paths.) All the while, she wore another hat – that of a pastor’s wife.
Now, Eubanks speaks to many events a year, sharing church humor and inspiration, She has also authored four books – Humorous Happenings in Holy Places, And the Angels Laughed, Laughing with the Lord, and A Web too Tight. In addition to those, she has written chapters for many other compilations and writes monthly columns for two magazines.
Now that her sons are grown with families of their own, Eubanks and Steve live in their home on land her great-grandfather homesteaded near Albertville, Alabama. She enjoys reading, writing, fishing, swimming, entertaining, visits from her family (including her eight grandchildren), cooking, canasta, and Scrabble.