My mom became a mom at 19. With me. Followed two years later by brother Mickey. One year later by brother Richie. Seven years later by brother Elton.

One mom. Four boys. Quadruple worthy of praise.

Part of the time married. Part of the time single. All of the time mom.

Hard-working. Sacrificing. Wearing multiple hats in an era when people didn’t like moms wearing such hats. Tough.

Once a mom, always a mom. So moms say. 

The child may become an adult, but in mom’s heart she remains always a child.

Always in danger of getting hurt. Of not being loved. Of being abused or mistreated or discarded.

Always in need of a mom. Of mom’s care. Of mom’s prayers. Of mom’s ear that listens behind the words into the heart.

Life without a mom is like a ship without a rudder. A plane without a tail. A car without a steering wheel that keeps you from running head-on into oncoming traffic.

Poll a crowd for indispensable life ingredients and “Mom” occupies the top slot. No Mary, no Jesus. No mom, no you. It’s that simple.

Mary prophetically knew Jesus’ life would bring her suffering and sorrow. That same fear fills the heart of every mom around.

The baby Jesus occupies the lead role in the Christmas play. Mother Mary wins the Academy Award for timeless supporting actress. 30+ years later she’s still in character watching from the foot of the cross as her baby died.

Once a mom, always a mom. So moms say.

Remember your mom this Christmas. As long as she’s able, she’ll always remember you.