There is absolutely no way I can express the importance of the role my mother played in shaping and molding my life. She was a confidant, caretaker, role model and best friend all rolled into one loving and unselfish human being.

From the depths of pain she gave me life and took my hand through some of life's toughest journeys. She held me when my ears ached until I cried. She tucked me in at night and reassured me that I was safe through the long dark hours of the night.

There is absolutely no way I can express the importance of the role my mother played in shaping and molding my life. She was a confidant, caretaker, role model and best friend all rolled into one loving and unselfish human being.

From the depths of pain she gave me life and took my hand through some of life's toughest journeys. She held me when my ears ached until I cried. She tucked me in at night and reassured me that I was safe through the long dark hours of the night.

On my second birthday, my fever unexpectedly shot up to nearly 104. Of course I was much too young to remember that day, but I was told that she never left my side and did whatever it took to make me well again. As you can see I reached the ripe old age of 64 thanks to a mother's love.

I could write a book the size of “War and Peace” and not possibly relate all the times my mother played a pivotal role in my life. She experienced my joy in times of success and wept with me when I reached the depths of despair.

As the clock of life continued to tick right along, God provided me a very similar woman to be the mother of my children. There is simply nothing Joyce wouldn't do for Christina and Cameron. She held them when they cried in the middle of the night. She gave them encouragement all through those many school years.

She made sure they were at church and Sunday School every time the doors were open and they were physically able to attend. Like my mom, she read our pair Bible stories and took a personal interest in their lives, whether it was attending a band concert, or making a long trek to a baseball or football game.

Joyce spent many long hours helping Christina and Cameron with those special school projects. She also had the unpleasant task of having to dish out the discipline.

I only recall getting two spankings at the hand of Mom. She had an Irish temper and a good right hand when it came to the paddle. However, the look of disappointment on her face when I did something wrong was more often than not enough to bring me to my knees and repentance.

Now, our children have children. On more than one occasion they have both told me just how much they appreciated their mother's guiding hand while they were growing up. The principles that were handed to me from my mom and to Joyce from her mom continue to be instilled from generation to generation.

To those who are about to become a mom for the first time, motherhood is one of the most blessed occupations on this planet. Other than God's love, there is simply no greater love than that of a mother to her child. The hours are long – 24-7 forever – but the rewards can be heavenly. You will be loved many times in return. Your influence will last generations.

I am writing this from the point of view of a son and a husband. I will never fully understand the sacrifices that my mother and Joyce made along the way as their children grew physically. Nothing can possibly change the love a mother has for her child or children. It is forever and for always.

Here's wishing a happy Mother's Day to all moms everywhere. I can assure you are loved and appreciated.