Altar Call – Opelika-Auburn News
Walter Albritton
May 11, 2008
Three women who are in my Mothers Hall of Fame
Three
women are on the front row in my personal Mothers Hall of Fame. The first is my
own mother, Caroline Johnson Albritton. The second is Sarah Danford Brown, my
wife’s mother. The third is my own dear wife, Dean, the mother of our five
sons.
Growing up many of us hanker to get away from our mother’s control. We get tired of being told what to do, when to be home, and to clean up our room one more time. We are in a hurry to become adults, get married, and do what we please.
At age twenty we don’t think much about dying and going to heaven. Heaven will be having our own home with no fastidious parents to boss us around anymore. We think, "Man, won’t it be great not to have somebody standing over you telling you to make up your bed, pick up your clothes, and take the garbage out!"
That is how
it was with me. So at age twenty I persuaded my childhood sweetheart to get married.
How foolish we were back then. We had hardly two hundred dollars between us.
But we found an apartment for fifty dollars a month in
Then I began to discover that
freedom is not all it is cracked up to be. There was still a woman in the house
who expected me to make up my bed, pick up my dirty clothes, and take out the
garbage. There was still a woman who wanted to know where I had been, where I
was going, and what time I would be home. There was still a woman with me who
wanted me to dress neatly, behave myself, and do my best. Some things did not
change.
Slowly it dawned on me that a man does not do well without a woman in his life. From infancy it had been my mother who helped me. From now on the helper would be my wife. She would take over where my mother left off. My job was to figure out how to be her helper too, without sounding like her mother. Like me she needed someone to take the place of her mother in her life.
Tension took
its toll during the early years of our marriage. We struggled to learn our
roles in this strange thing called matrimony. I had to understand what she
meant when she said heatedly, "I am your wife, not your mother!"
Likewise she had to learn what I meant when I told her in no uncertain terms,
"I am your husband, not your father!" Gradually we learned the hard
way how to live together.
Adjustments are never easy. I
had never dreamed that within a few years I would be living with two women.
Dean’s mother came to live with us and except for the time she stayed with
Dean’s sister Dot, she was with us until she passed away at age 99. I reckon I
needed more help than some men.
As I look back on my life I
realize I was blessed with two mothers. She was a good woman who helped me more
than twice as many years as my own mother. She was not a career woman; her life
was her children and her grandchildren. Her greatest joy was doing something to
help her family.
Sarah hated dirt more than
anyone I have ever known. A thousand times I watched her go on a rampage
against a dirty floor or a dirty refrigerator, and she always won. Our lives
were better because of the tireless labor of the woman who earned the title,
"Mrs. Clean."
For many years we did not get
along very well. I thought it was her fault. She was simply impossible to live
with. Years later I realized that I was more difficult to live with than she
was. After many wars and rumors of wars we found a way to live together. That
only happened after I was able to admit that it was contending with me that
made Sarah cantankerous at times. At long last I realized how indebted I was to
her for allowing me to marry her daughter, and for helping us to raise our
children.
On this Mother’s Day I know that
I am a blessed man. I had the good fortune of having two mothers to whom I am
indebted beyond my capacity to repay. One helped me for 18 years to grow up and
become a responsible husband and father. The other helped me for almost 50
years to raise a family and pursue my calling as a pastor.
Those two women played a
powerful role in my life. My greatest regret is that I did not fully express my
gratitude to them while they were living. My greatest joy is remembering that
they both loved me beyond my deserving.
The third woman in my Mothers
Hall of Fame is the gracious lady who has helped me the most, my dear wife of
56 years come June first. Today I will express my gratitude not with flowers or
diamonds but with the love and respect she deserves. Though words cannot
adequately convey the affection I have for her, I will tell her again how much
I love her for being my wonderful wife and the mother of our children. I am one
blessed man. + + +