Lady Gaga, where is your mother?
Posted by Shari Biediger on June 13th, 2010 in Blog | 3 Comments
I want to thank her.
Actually, that’s why I became a fan of the page-by-the-same-name on Facebook. Because I want to thank her.
I admit I really don’t know much about you, Lady. I know your face on a magazine cover, hear your songs as sung by my own teenage daughters. Truthfully, this isn’t about you.
You see, my theory is that only the best mothers, the most equipped to deal, are blessed with the Lady Gagas and a long list of other headline-grabbing, shock-rockers who I won’t put into the same category with law-breakers, terrorists and investment bankers. But the theory is the same for all.
Most people might say the mothers (and fathers) failed in parenting them right. Not enough discipline, too much discipline, latchkey, spanking, the internet, and all the other things parents do wrong. Epic fail.
I say, like one who carefully selects the right gift for the right person (though not the way Amazon does it: If you like this, you might like this … ), God chose those people for those children.
The same way God chose Mary.
Not simply because she was perfect in every way, or because she deserved it somehow. (Who ultimately deserves that kind of turmoil and pain?) But simply because He chose her. We all want to be chosen – it makes us feel good, special, loved.
So, on those days, when my hand hits my forehand, and I think, “Why me?” (A natural response to anytime my son forgets his lunch, or my daughter blames me for another irrational problem), I remember to say, “Yes, me. I am worthy and I have strength and I was chosen.” Lady’s Gag’s mom was chosen, and when God’s plan is revealed to her and to us, we will know why.
It makes me feel blessed, and confirms my special relationship with our Blessed Mother. In fact, I like to think we are “tight.” I draw upon her example and her strength daily. I thank her, and I thank God for choosing her and for choosing me.
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Oh! I do like this….whoever wrote it - hats off. I’ve walked a few crooked roads in my own life and in the lives of my adult children when I’ve cried out to the Lord, “Why me?” He would always gently reply, “Why not you?” *smile*
Thanks, Susan. I wrote this one. (There seems to be a problem with the posting of the byline and bio, but I’m happy to claim it.) And happy you could relate. Thanks.
Nice.