My mom gave me life, her face, the flecks of auburn that sometimes sneak into the gray and black in the Summer, and Jesus. The least I can do is remember her birthday.
Let’s double-back to that Jesus part. My mom was my popsicle stick-wielding flannel-graph-wizard of a Sunday school teacher when I was five and six and seven and, well, for several years. I first heard about a kid killing a giant with a rock from her. And about that guy with the big boat, and that other guy who parted a sea and turned a stick into a snake. And about Jesus.
My earliest memory of my mom might be of her singing “If I were a butterfly, I’d thank you God for giving me wings…” with hand motions to me and my friends. Then I’m pretty sure we melted crayons between two pieces of wax paper with an iron, drank some red juice and ate crackers.
But she didn’t just give me Jesus at church. She gave him to me at work too. She took care of at least 150 kids for twelve hours every day for 27 years. I remember being about six years-old and very jealous one day that some other kid was sitting on mom’s lap. The kid probably got in trouble or skinned a knee – for some reason the kid had to go see Mrs. Marcia. And Mrs. Marcia treated him like her own, hugging, holding, listening, reminding me later that I have to share not only my toys but my mom too. And, truth is, I knew without being told that some kids in that daycare needed a mom – my mom.
She gave me Jesus at the mall one day too. They named him Rambo. The popular kids at school acted like Rambo’s friend but behind his back they laughed at his turned in leg, crooked arm, slurred speech and drunken gait. And because they did, we all did. Until that day at the mall when mom saw him crying and alone by the fountain. He was lost and mom wouldn’t leave him. She knelt down, looked him in the eyes, held his hand, calmed him down, and called him Michael. Then she told me to stay with him while she found a security guard – as if she didn’t know or care that Michael was beneath my station in school life. And when Michael’s mom arrived cursing and belittling, my mom calmed her down too and talked up Michael’s bravery.
My mom retired for about a month a few years ago. Then she started a new life teaching public school kids who can’t see, or can’t walk, or can’t talk – kids who need a grandmother. Her eyes fill up with tears when she recounts the first time this girl went down a slide or that boy turned on the lights by himself. The good kind of tears. I imagine a lot of people shed the same kind when they think about her.
Thank you, Mom, for being Jesus to me and so many other kids. We’re all glad God made you today. Happy birthday.
Beth Pasquali says:
What a wonderful tribute to your mother! We are greatful that she showed you Jesus, not only at church, but through her life, as you show us Jesus in other ways too.
Rebecca says:
Happy Birthday Mrs. Groves!!
I was blessed to have lunch with you and your parents when you came to do a concert at my church in east Texas (the armadillo discussion?). Your parents are awesome. They treated my family like long-lost relatives, the good kind that you are happy to see!! Please tell your mom happy birthday for us, and tell her thanks for relecting Christ, then and now.
rebecca
Jason says:
Your mom seems like an incredible woman. What a blessing to so many.
Lindsay @ Not2Us says:
No wonder you’ve grown up with such a large capacity to love. ๐ Happy Birthday, Mrs. Marcia!
Princess Leia says:
I became a mom three years ago today! Here’s hoping that I can do for AJ what your mom has done for you (and so many others!). Happy Birthday Shaun’s Mom! Happy birthday AJ! (And happy birthday Elvis, too, while we’re at it!)
Beth says:
Happy Birthday Mrs. Groves! Thanks for being the hands and feet of Jesus; to your own little boy and to countless others!
Beth
Allison Taylor says:
Im writing on her wall too, but I wanted to post here as well, I worked for Ms Marcia for two years, and saw those kids getting dropped off at 7am, and picked up at 6pm, and always thought how sad it was they couldnt see their mom all day, but now I know they did in a way via your mom. She always had someone behind that desk with her, either making them feel super special by being her “helper” or instantly cured by her ice bag of frozen peas. Then on Sundays you could see her rocking babies in the church nursery. She was and is all that and a bag a chips as we say down here. Nonnie rocks and probably will “love you” even more for posting her picture on your website!! Happy Bday Marcia hope its everything you deserve!!
Amy says:
Beautiful post, Shaun. I had forgotten all about Rambo. I wonder where he is these days….
The Secret Life of Kat says:
I’ve never even met her, and I’m sitting here with tears in my eyes.
I imagine she is too. The good kind of tears.
Happy birthday, Mrs. Groves!
Dad says:
I married her, and I’m sitting here with tears in my eyes, too – tears of gratitude and appreciation for the wonderful person she is.
Mr. Marcia
Ivy says:
Wow. This is beautiful! My younger sister has mild cerebral palsy so people who give their lives and hearts to taking care of those sweet diabled children…they are some of my heroes.
She probably has no idea how much she means to the parents and families of those kids!
NancyTyler says:
Happy Birthday, sister redhead! ๐
Sara Williams says:
What a wonderful tribute Shaun. Happy Birthday Aunt Marcia – love ya bunches!!!!
Mary Lou Court says:
No wonder you are so wonderful! What a tribute to your Mom. I hope I can only be half that wonderful to my grand kids. Thanks for all you do and all you are. I love you. Aunt Mary
Lindy Groves Jeter says:
Yes, our Mom is pretty special! I feel so blessed that we have a mother like her. What a great tribute to her! You did an awesome job Shaun, like always!
Love you,
Lindy
rhonda says:
I second Rebecca’s comment. Your dad “dun good” when he married her and I bet she would the same for him. Happy Birthday Mrs. Groves!
Lynn says:
Shaun, What a wonderful and sweet tribute to your precious mom. I won’t say how many years I’ve known and loved her (and you & Lindy), but I am so very thankful that she helped me raise 2 boys ~ and yes, most likely they sat on her lap or in a chair beside her countless times!!! Ben & Marc were blessed to have Mrs Marcia love them and show them Jesus, too. Thank you Shaun and Lindy for sharing your mom with so many kiddos!!! Happy Birthday Marcia!!!