May 13, 2012
My dear Son,
Mother’s day brings back memories.
I recall how when before I decided on getting married, I
told myself that if I got married and would have children, I would try my best
to bring them up into God fearing, loving, and generous adults who would one
day also have their own families and bring their children up the way I did.
I promised that I would be an example of how inexhaustible
love is… that even if I loved my family with all my heart, there would be more
to go around… to love friends, strangers, even oppressors.
I know it was not always easy for you to look at your elders
and draw from them lessons which you needed, to reconcile your parents’ plans
for you and your own convictions.
You must have fallen a hundred times but I am sure you would
always get up… I could see this in the determination and set look of your eyes.
It must have been this determination that brought you to where you are now.
I still keep my promise of loving with all my heart that is
why I write you now.
It is this love that urges me to ask you to look at your
heart and find out where is the real goodness in you.
This mistake that you have made… How is it that you do not
want to correct it?
Are you afraid my son? Do not fear. You can look at it as a gift on mother’s day.
This gift I ask from you. Tell me, Harry, where have you brought my Son?
Are you afraid my son? Do not fear. You can look at it as a gift on mother’s day.
This gift I ask from you. Tell me, Harry, where have you brought my Son?
Mother of Jonas
