Welcome readers! David Telbat here wishing all you mothers a Happy Mother’s Day!
I wrote something very different with Mother’s Day in mind. This Mother’s Day Christian fiction short story is not meant to grieve you, but for many, Mother’s Day is not a respite from ongoing heartbreak. It is a day we can still celebrate and honor our bold and courageous mothers who ceaselessly love, endure, and offer comfort, even in the midst of tragedy. And if your mother is like mine, she’s sometimes a mother to many others as well. I love you, Mom!—David
Mother to Mother
by D.I. Telbat
Wendy Larkin’s Mother’s Day was met with tragedy on her drive home from work. She left the engine running and ran along the line of cars toward her son’s pickup truck—she could see that the front end was completely crushed.
Two ambulances were already on the scene, but Wendy refused to relax until she could hold Rudy, her nineteen-year-old son, in her arms. Two other vehicles were mangled and in pieces before her as she skidded to a stop in the middle of the highway.
A young mother screamed and wept over her lifeless child as paramedics tried to take the child away. Wendy gasped a sob, praying to God that this wasn’t a picture of her own grief just seconds away.
As the young mother collapsed to her knees, Wendy turned her back to the horror and continued through the smoking wreckage. Where was Rudy? This wasn’t happening, she thought. Not on Mother’s Day!
“Mom! Over here!”
Rudy! From a gurney in the back of an ambulance, he waved to her. An emergency response team was stabilizing his left leg, his pant leg torn and bloody. He was alive!
“Meet me at the hospital, Mom!” Rudy called, still waving at her. The paramedics began to close the double doors. “Mom, I need you there!”
The siren chirped and the ambulance started to drive away. Closing her eyes, Wendy felt tears burn her cheeks. The fear had passed, but she still trembled.
“No, please!” The young mother continued to sob, as her child was taken away. A police officer held the woman back.
Wendy looked after her son’s ambulance. Yes, she would meet Rudy at the hospital, but not right now. Rudy was a strong boy and he would understand her delay.
Next to the young mother, Wendy knelt and accepted the woman’s grief in an embrace. The officer stepped away, wiping his brow with obvious relief.
It was a Mother’s Day Wendy would not forget, but not because she was spending it with her son. Rather, she would remember spending her Mother’s Day being a mother to another mother in need. And she knew it was why she was there that day.
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