When my dad and I used to go fishing, there was one thing we hardly ever left behind: Mom
She did more than just go fishing with us. She packed our lunch. She made sure we had plenty of bait (it was better to have 50 crickets left than run short when they were biting. She always knew where our fishing hats were. And when I got hung and broke my hook off, she’d always let me use her pole while Dad rigged up a new one. And she always knew we should have gone to a different spot when we weren’t catching any. She would tell us so.
And when we got home, she got the stuff ready for frying fish for supper. She did not clean fish. Hey, there are limits, she said.
My mom is fishing off the dock at her Mansion in Heaven now. But I’ll never forget the great times we had together fishing. And boy could she tell some fish stories. Yes, that’s where I got it. Well, part of it. Thanks, Mom. I wish you could come fish off my dock now and catch a big bream or white perch. Thanks for teaching me so I knew how to teach my kids, and now my grandkids, too.
Make sure you honor your Mom today. It’s her day. Whether she helps you clean fish or not.
“Listen, my son, to your father’s instruction and do not forsake your mother’s teachings. They will be a garland to grace your head and a chain to adorn your neck.” — Proverbs 1:8-9