Are the Children All In?
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There were six boys and two girls in the family, 
so her life was a busy one in the home. She was 
just as busy at the church, teaching a class, 
superintending the school, and active in all the 
social life of the church. And through all her 
work there rang out an infectious laugh that 
chased the shadows from other lives. She is now 
in the glory land. But the other day her life was 
brought back to me afresh as I visited the home of 
a daughter. She was recalling with pleasure the 
olden days, and one thing that made a deep impression 
on her, and was told with evident pride, was that 
no matter what time of night the children came in 
her mother was always sitting up waiting for them. 
She would not go to bed until the last one was in. 
Sometimes the boys tried to play a joke on her by 
taking off their shoes and sneaking up the stairs 
in their stocking feet, but they would hear a voice 
saying, "Is that you, Bill?" or, "Is that you, Walt?" 
No matter how tired after a day's work, she would 
wait until every child was in. That waiting mother 
is a picture of deep concern for the children, and 
her unspoken thought was, "Are the children all in?" 
I rather imagine our generation needs a revival of 
motherhood like that.

- Courtesy Moody Monthly