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Mother’s Day 2017

Stephen Forrest Buxton is our eldest, thus it was his birth that made me a mother. Over the years followed Michael Ray, Rebecca Jean, and our caboose, Andrew Brian.

Often, I sit in my home and think of those four children of mine, and I must tell you sometimes I weep. I weep not for sadness, but for love, and awe, and thankfulness. How did it happen that these little rascals of Jerry’s and mine developed into the exceptional people they are? Often I am brought up short when I learn of their accomplishments, their gifts, their triumphant over adversity. None have been without challenge, but I tell you they have taken on the garment of upright people who are making positive contributions to society. They care deeply for their father and me; they assist and coddle us.DSC_7102

So, of course Mother’s Day is a significant one in my life. Let me tell you of yesterday. I began its celebration by jumping out of bed early, drinking coffee, and roaming about the house admiring the flowers and cards that had arrived from said youngsters and recalling the drama that Rebecca and I attended on Saturday. RUTH was the simple name of the Lighthouse Theatre production, so well done, so excellent that both Rebecca and I cried. After Jerry had been up a bit and we had our morning talk, I stripped our bed, washed and replaced the sheets, dusted both our bedroom and the living room, and vacuumed both the floors. I had a little time left before we would leave for church, so I went out back and planted our “farm.” Two tomato plants, three stalks of corn, and one bell pepper. The zucchini and yellow squash must wait until another day for I had used all the potting soil.

I subject you to the mundane list of my Sunday morning activities because I am thankful all my energy has returned! This time last year I was recovering from breast cancer and a subsequent mastectomy, chemo therapy, and 25 radiation treatments. The chemo knocked me winding sucking every bit of energy away from me. But now I’m well! My energy and strength are soaring. I’m extremely thankful.


We met Rebecca at her church in Rialto; afterwards Jerry treated us to a delicious Mexican lunch at Hortensia’s.DSC_7080


Early on in the church service the staff had sent a lovely orchid corsage to where I sat. Later, as Bishop Booker prepared to speak, he came to our pew, honored me with glowing words, and pressed a significant bill in my hand. Totally unexpected. Gracious and honorable. This morning, I placed water in this piece of carnival ware and floated the beautiful flower there.

DSC_7123When I called Mike to thank him for the present I had received, I teased him. “What did you send me, Mike? Do you know?”

“Uh, I used to, but I have forgotten.”

“A bird feeder. You sent me a beautiful porcelain bird feeder.”

We laughed together, for I know that most of my son’s wives actually buy such presents. Indeed Mike told me that Melina always shows him the present before she mails it to us, saying this is what we bought.

DSC_7115I’m still reveling in the beauty of the flowers and all the other ways my family (including my sweet hubby, Jerry) and friends honored me yesterday. I’ve wandered about the house taking pictures.

DSC_7111One more thing before I let you go! Another reason yesterday was special to me is that on Mother’s Day when I was 10 years old, I was filled with the Holy Ghost . . .and from that day to this God has lived in my heart. Is that not the coolest thing?

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A Look Back at Mothers Day

Nathaniel slid into a chair across from me. I stared, for Nathaniel lives four hours away, and then I sensed someone behind me, and it was Rebecca, my daughter. I yelped, “What’s going on here?” And knew then it was a surprise, a delightful surprise for Mother’s Day. Rebecca and Nathaniel DSC_0086had sneaked into town and she and Michael had set up this dynamic dinner at Shugrue’s for me. It was wonderful, a total shock.

Again, on Tuesday, Rebecca and I spent rare time together, prowling about the Mission Inn area of Riverside, then eating lunch in the open brick-floored court of The Upper Crust. We shared a sandwich and a cup of soup because we were scheduled to eat with Jerry and Nathaniel before a couple of hours would pass and we wanted to be hungry then. (Actually when it was time to order food at Mexico Restaurant, neither of us was hungry…ate a few chips dunked in fresh salsa, while the two guys ate gigantic burritos.)

I love my sons. They are three, all quite different from the others. They are exceptional and godly; each is immersed in the work of God. I enjoy particularly being with these men, for they are kind, fun, complimentary, interesting and gracious. We certainly don’t always agree on everything, and have experienced serious splits in mind and opinion. But we’re still in love, and for this past Mothers Day I received from each of them a dear gift.

One is the count of daughter. Only one, and I don’t know how it worked out this way, but God blessed us with the finest when He gave Rebecca to Jerry and me. And so, while I DSC_0059adore those boys of mine, it was a special few hours last week when Rebecca and I strolled about; talking, admiring scenery and architecture, and eating lunch in that cool little place.

God has been gracious by giving me both sons and a daughter, for in the mother/child kinship is easily noted a distinct difference as regards the relationship of a mother and her son and the relationship of a mother and her daughter. So while I love my sons fiercely and believe I would give my life for any of my children, there is something a little different about my daughter. About Rebecca.

And so, gratefully, I look back to Mothers Day, and remember the flowers I received and the delicious meals I ate and the touching message I received that made me cry, and the cards and the other gifts. And etched in my mind are those glowing hours with Rebecca as we tramped around downtown Riverside sharing food, sights and our hearts.


Lots of pictures of that day here.

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Mothers’ Day Revisited

My Beautiful Mother, originally uploaded by Shirley Buxton.

On Wednesday afternoon while still in Crestline, as I chanced to look beside the front door, I saw this magnificent floral arrangement. When I took it inside, there was a lengthy note from the florist apologizing for the flowers being so late.

Steve and Dearrah had sent them for Mothers’ Day. Late, I would say so…like a couple of weeks. I promptly called to thank my children, got a recording, then later Dearrah called back. Seems she had been going round and round with the florist…had not heard from her mother or me right after Mothers’ Day, so she finally checked with the florist, and no, they hadn’t sent the flowers although the charge had already appeared on their credit card bill. It’s a long story I won’t go into, but it had taken two weeks to finally get the flowers to me.

But look how beautiful they are. (I’m in Lake Havasu now, and Jerry and I packed them carefully for the trip here today. They traveled well, and are as gorgeous here in our motor home as they were in our home in Crestline.)

When Rebecca came up to the house at the beginning of Grandkids Week, she had also brought me a Mothers’ Day gift. One of the gifts is this bar of handmade soap. I placed it in a cup in the kitchen and it smells so good and has such a smooth texture that I love to wash my hands with it. Besides that it’s so pretty when I look at it.

During the time around Mothers’ Day (the real one) when some of my friends wrote of their mothers and posted pictures of them, I wished I had access to one of my own mother, but I was in Lake Havasu and our family pictures are in Crestline. When I was home, though, the past couple of weeks, I made copies of old pictures for one of my cousins who is working on our family tree. Since Mothers’ Day had popped up again and I knew I would be writing this piece, I’ve brought to you a picture of my mother.

My mom was a quiet, unassuming, very intelligent woman. When she was a child she did the 2nd and 3rd grades in the same year, and also the 7th and 8th in one year. She was a godly person and a pastor’s wife for as long as I can remember. A behind the scenes person, I don’t recall her ever teaching or actually doing anything on the platform of the church. She was a great cook, and I recall my parents frequently keeping ministers in our home.-

I’m the eldest of three children, and when I was 12 our mother died. She was pregnant ( I suspect with an unplanned pregnancy) and had a difficult delivery. A few hours after the baby was born–a darling little boy named Terry–she died with a pulmonary embolism.

It was a frigid February night in Springfield, Mo. when my Aunt Bertie rousted us out of bed and took us to St. John’s. But my mom had died before we could get there, and on the cold, wide steps of that hospital in the pit of night, my dad said to his three huddling children, “Your mother is not here anymore, Kids. She has gone to be with Jesus.” Donna stamped her feet, and we all cried.

Baby Terry was still living and the hospital personnel took us into the nursery and let us look at him. He died a few hours later.

It’s an awful thing for a child to lose a mother, but I believe I adjusted okay, and a year later my dad remarried a wonderful woman who was good to my siblings and me. But I feel a hole inside when I think of my mother.

I believe I missed her most when Steve, my eldest, was born and I was now a mother, too. I held that fine little boy, and wished desperately to show him to my mother.


My devotional is here.

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Tributes on the 100th Anniversary of Mothers’ Day

From the Associated Press is the background story of this very popular holiday.

GRAFTON, W.Va. — On this 100th anniversary of Mother’s Day, the woman credited with creating one of the world’s most celebrated holidays probably wouldn’t be pleased with all the flowers, candy or gifts.

Anna Jarvis would want us to give mothers a white carnation — she felt it signified the purity of a mother’s love.

Jarvis, who never married and never had children, got the Mother’s Day idea after her mother said it would be nice if someone created a memorial to mothers.

Three years after her mother died in 1905, she organized the first official mother’s day service at a church where her mother had spent more than 20 years teaching Sunday school.

Today, the former Andrews Methodist Episcopal Church is the official shrine to mothers around the world. On Sunday, the shrine will celebrate the 100th anniversary, giving each mother attending a special service a white carnation.

The shrine also serves as a “reminder to the accomplishments of these women and to the issues mothers still deal with today, trying to do the balancing act of being everything to everyone,” said Cindi Mason, the shrine’s director.

From my heart is a Mothers’ Day tribute to four young women who are special to me.

Rebecca is the only girl in our family, and she is the best daughter it is possible to have. She is dear and precious to me. She loves God, loves her son, Nathaniel, loves her mom and dad and the rest of the family. She truly cares for people and goes out of her way to assist needy and troubled people. She has suffered greatly in her life and has been at the point of death several times. I admire her courage, grit and honor.

Dearrah is married to Steve, my eldest, who pastors a church in Chula Vista, CA. Dearrah is from Louisiana, and certainly she epitomizes the term southern hospitality. I have never known a more gracious or talented hostess than Dearrah. She is talented in many other ways as well–leads their church sanctuary choir and is the national ladies leader of the Worldwide Pentecostal Fellowship. She’s a great mom–has two sons, and five grandchildren.

Melina is married to Mike and they live here in Lake Havasu. She is a gourmet cook, an entertainer of the first degree; she works out every day (and has the body to prove it), and has been a viable member of the team that has made Buxton Drywall the tremendous success it is. She is such a splendid housekeeper and decorator that, in my opinion, their home should be on the cover of a magazine. 🙂 Mike and Mel have one son, three daughters and three grandchildren.

Shawnna is married to Andrew, my youngest, who is “planting” a church in LaMesa, CA. Of a quiet and reserved nature, she moved smoothly into the role of pastor’s wife. Shawnna is an exceptionally dedicated mother to their five children. They live in a very small house, but I have never heard her complain about it. (Now, she may have, but I haven’t heard it. 🙂 ) Because of the ages of their children, and Andrew’s work and preaching schedules, she often stays at home while Andrew travels.

I’m honoring these four special women this morning, and wish them a happy Mothers’ Day.

A happy day to you also–you others who are mothers.


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Mother of the Year

If any of my readers can top this Mother’s Day story, I have a special prize for you. I’m not referring to finding a better story, I asking if any of you have more than 18 children! Think my prize is safe with me.

It’s a happy Mother’s Day for an Arkansas woman — she’s pregnant with her 18th child.

Michelle Duggar, 41, is due on New Year’s Day, and the latest addition will join seven sisters and 10 brothers. There are two sets of twins.

“We’ve had three in January, three in December. Those two months are a busy time for us,” she said, laughing.

The Duggars’ oldest child, Josh, is 20, and the youngest, Jennifer, is nine months old.

The fast-growing family lives in Tontitown in northwest Arkansas in a 7,000-square-foot home. All the children — whose names start with the letter J — are home-schooled.

Happy Mothers’ Day indeed. 🙂


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