Sunday, May 8, 2011


There are many people in the details of my designed life who have effected who I am now. But today I want to talk about someone who means the world to me.  I want to point out how much I deeply care for my beautiful mother, MarJean Wright.  Without my mom I don't know where I would be in life.  Life itself would not have much meaning, nor would the meaning of life have much value.  I respect and honor those mothers who sweat, worry, and remain awake for endless hours on weekend nights, waiting patiently for the unarrived son or daughter from a so called "important event" in there children's high school life.  I cannot account the number of occasions my mother pondered faithfully for her apathetic son to arrive home. 
My mother was true and faithful, never giving up sight on what really mattered.  I will forever remember the nights when coming home late after a night of "fun" and walking silently into the house thinking "they won't hear me", but always knowing mom was awake and never was I going to get past her.  For some reason She always "knew" what was going on, whether good or bad.  Fortunately, I knew and felt my mothers love and I could always sit down and talk with her about anything in my world, even if it wasn't something she wanted to hear. 

Those nights walking into our home I was commissioned to always report my night to mom.  Immediately when entering the door I would quickly take off my shoes and head straight to moms room to let her know I was home.  99.9 percent of the time the T.V. was on and she sitting up in her bed looking at me and waiting for the information about my night.  But it was much more than just "reporting", but talking with discussion how I was doing.  

I feel like one of the sons of Lehi from the Book of Mormon returning from the Land of Jerusalem after much tribulation and affliction and Sariah being worried about her sons.

  "after we had come down into the wilderness unto our father, behold, he was filled with joy, and also my mother, Sariah, was exceedingly glad, for she truly had mourned because of us.

"For she had supposed that we had perished in the wilderness; "  (1 NEPHI 5:1-2)

I honestly cannot count how many times that happened whether I was late or not, She was always there waiting for me.  The stories can go on and on about my sweet mom, and all she did for me.  I will never forget all the camping trips, road trips, late night movies, and just going out to get something to eat.  The soft drives as we talked about life, family, school, etc.  She was always invested into my life, and I could feel it.
My mother sacrificed the world for me by helping me and never giving up on me.  She could see afar off and trusted in the Lords blessings.
Although there were times in my life when I wasn't being who I was expected to be, and Mom never failed in trusting in the Lord Jesus Christ that He would take care of me.  She did all she could do to help me, and then give the rest to God.  She gave her whole life, her goals, her vision to raise me and my four older brothers.  Quit was not in her dictionary.  I thank her, I commend her, and I love her.  I will do all I can to support, honor and be the son she hopes and believes I am.  I am thankful for you mom.  I love you with all of Heart. 

Love your Son,

Elder Cameron Wright

1 comment:

  1. My mom was always the one waiting up for me on those "important nights." So grateful that she was always able to look past the dumb things I did and see me for my potential. Mom's are great!