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Sunday, September 12, 2010

Sono Harris

Let me Introduce you to Sono Harris for those of you who do NOT homeschool. Sono was a beautiful woman, wife and mother of 7 children.  Sono and her husband Gregg Harris are part Pioneers in the homeschooling movement.  They are authors of GREAT books on homeschooling your children.  Their sons are authors, including Josh Harris who has written some fabulous books (which my son LOVES).  Their boys go on the Rebelution tour encouraging other Young people in the Lord.  Sono was diagnosed not that long ago with Colon cancer and it spread and she fought hard...with her family at her side.  She received the greatest Independence Day gift, when the Lord called her home on July 4th of this year.  Her son Brett has written an absolutely beautiful poem in dedication to her.  May it encourage us all to be better mothers...may this touch you as it did me (after I sobbed and sobbed):

“You need a mother very badly!”
she always used to say
And I agreed when loads of laundry needed washing
or when my stomach stole my lunch and
held it ransom for a midday snack, and I
always told her she was right
because it made her
Smile, knowing she was loved.
Then I left for college and suddenly what I needed was
George Washington’s face times five
Once for washing,
again for drying
And my face on a keycard
fed me three times a day
Sometimes more if I
could stash a snack in Styrofoam for later.
But I still called her on the phone and she
still told me I’d be lost without her, and I
always told her she was right
because it made her
Laugh, knowing she was loved.
Summer came and went, and she
never said, You need a mother very badly,
and we never told her we’d be lost without her
because it made her
Cry, knowing she was fading.
But life goes on, and we’re still living
lungs keep breathing, hearts keep beating
heavier perhaps, but steady as the world turns, and I
don’t always think about the reasons why
she needed to be needed so
because it always makes me
Weep…
knowing I was loved.