A Mother's Love

A Mother's Love

by Charlotte Hubbard

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Christine Bristol is sick of waiting. For three years she’s done as everyone tells her, putting aside dreams of the handsome photographer who captured her girlish fancy, trying to forget the mother who abandoned her on the stage to Abilene. Now she doesn’t care who gets hurt in her desperate bid to follow her heart. Heading across the prairie in a cramped, horse-drawn wagon, Christine discovers that much of the bitterness she’s known comes from her own lack of faith. On her journey of discovery to San Francisco, Christine finds a love that reunites her with her real family; puts her in touch with her true self; and brings her back to the simple Kansas homestead.

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ISBN-13: 9781420143133
Publisher: Kensington
Publication date: 02/27/2018
Sold by: Barnes & Noble
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 336
Sales rank: 11,680
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About the Author

Drawing upon her experiences in Jamesport, the largest Old Order Amish community west of the Mississippi, longtime Missourian Charlotte Hubbard writes of simpler times and a faith-based lifestyle. Charlotte considers it her personal mission to feed people—to share hearth and home. Faith and family, farming and food preservation are hallmarks of her lifestyle—and the foundation of all her Amish romance series. She’s a deacon, a dedicated church musician, and a choir member. When she’s not writing, she loves to try new recipes, crochet, and sew. Charlotte now lives in Minnesota with her husband and their border collie. Please visit her at charlottehubbard.com.

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Rose Raber looked away so Mamma wouldn't see the tears filling her eyes. As she sat beside her mother's bed, Rose prayed as she had every night for the past week. Please, Lord, don't take her away from me. ... I believe You can heal my mother's cancer — work a miracle for us — if You will.

Tonight felt different, though. Mamma was dozing off more, and her mind was wandering. Rose had a feeling that Mamma might drift off at any moment and not come back.

"Was church today?" Mamma murmured. "I don't ... recall that you and Gracie ... went —"

"We stayed here with you, Mamma," Rose reminded her gently. "I didn't want to leave you by yourself."

Her mother sighed. As she reached for Rose's hand, Rose grasped it as though it could be a way to keep Mamma here — to keep her alive. They didn't speak for so long, it seemed Mamma had drifted off to sleep, but then she opened her eyes wide.

"Is Gracie tucked in?" Although Mamma's voice sounded as fragile as dry, rustling leaves, a purpose lurked behind the question.

"Jah, she is, but I'll go check on her," Rose replied, eager for the chance to leave the room and pull herself together. "All that fresh air from planting some of the garden today should make her sleep soundly."

"Gracie was ... excited about doing that. She asked me ... how long it would be before the lettuce ... peas, and radishes shot up." Mamma chuckled fondly, remembering. Then she gazed at Rose, with her eyes fiercely bright in a face framed by the gray kerchief that covered her hairless head. "When you come back, dear, there's something we ... must discuss."

Rose carefully squeezed Mamma's bony hand and strode from the bedroom. Out in the hallway, she leaned against the wall, blotting her face with her apron. Her five-year-old daughter was extremely perceptive. Gracie already sensed her mammi was very, very ill, and if she saw how upset Rose had become, there would be no end of painful questions — and Gracie wouldn't get back to sleep.

The three of them had endured a heart-wrenching autumn and winter after a fire had ravaged Dat's sawmill, claiming Rose's father, Myron Fry, and her husband, Nathan Raber, as well. The stress of losing Dat had apparently left Mamma susceptible, because that's when the cancer had returned with a vengeance, after almost thirty years of remission. The first time around, when Mamma was young, she'd survived breast cancer, but this time the disease had stricken her lungs — even though she'd never smoked.

With the family business gone, Rose and Gracie had moved into Mamma's house last September. Rose had sold her and Nathan's little farm so they would have some money to live on — and to pay Mamma's mounting bills for the chemo and radiation, which had kept her cancer manageable. Until now. Rose had a feeling that this date, April third, would be forever emblazoned on her heart, her soul.

Little Gracie has lost so many who loved her, Rose thought, sending the words up as another prayer. She composed herself, took a deep breath, and then climbed the stairs barefoot. She peeked into the small bedroom at the end of the hall.

The sound of steady breathing drew Rose to her daughter's bedside. In the moonlight, Gracie appeared carefree — breathtakingly sweet as she slept. Such a gift from God this daughter was, a balm to Rose's soul and to her mother's as well. For whatever reason, God had granted Rose and Nathan only this single rosebud of a child, so they had cherished her deeply. Rose resisted the temptation to stroke her wee girl's cheek, feasting her eyes on Gracie's perfection instead. She'd seen some religious paintings of plump-cheeked cherubim, but her daughter's innocent beauty outshone the radiance of those curly-haired angels.

Rose quietly left Gracie's room. Standing in her daughter's presence had strengthened her, and she felt more ready to face whatever issue Mamma wanted to discuss. Rose knew of many folks whose parents had passed before they'd had a chance to speak their piece, so she told herself to listen carefully, gratefully, to whatever wisdom Mamma might want to share with her. Instinct was telling her Mamma only had another day or so.

Pausing at the door of the downstairs bedroom, where Mamma was staying now because she could no longer climb the stairs, Rose sighed. Mamma's face and arms were so withered and pale. It was a blessing that her pain relievers kept her fairly comfortable. When Mamma realized Rose had returned, she beckoned with her hand. "Let's talk about this before I lose my nerve," she murmured. "There's a stationery box ... in my bottom dresser drawer. The letters inside it ... will explain everything."

Rose's pulse lurched. In all her life, she'd never known Mamma to keep secrets — but the shadows beneath Mamma's eyes and the fading of her voice warned Rose that this was no time to demand an explanation. Rose sat down in the chair beside the bed again, leaning closer to catch Mamma's every faint word.

"I hope you'll understand ... what I've done," Mamma mumbled. "I probably should have told you long ago, but ... there just never seemed to be a right time — and I made promises — your dat believed we should let sleeping dogs lie."

Rose's heart was beating so hard she wondered if Mamma could hear it. "Mamma, what do you mean? What are you trying to —"

Mamma suddenly gripped Rose's hands and struggled, as though she wanted to sit up but couldn't. "Do not look for her, Rose. I — I promised her you wouldn't."

Rose swallowed hard. Her mother appeared to be sinking in on herself now, drifting in and out of rational thought. "Who, Mamma?" Rose whispered urgently. "Who are you talking about?"

Mamma focused on Rose for one last, lingering moment and then her body went limp. "I'm so tired," she rasped. "We'll talk tomorrow."

Rose bowed her head, praying that they would indeed have another day together. She tucked the sheet and light quilt around Mamma's frail shoulders. It was all she could do. "Gut night, Mamma," she whispered. "I love you."

She listened for a reply, but Mamma was already asleep.

Rose was tempted to go to Mamma's dresser and find the mysterious box she'd mentioned, but desperation overrode her curiosity. She couldn't leave her mother's bedside. For several endless minutes, Rose kept track of her mother's breathing, which was growing slower and shallower now, as the doctor had said it would. He had recommended that Mamma stay in the hospital because her lungs were filling with fluid, but Mamma had wanted no part of that. She'd insisted on passing peacefully in her own home.

But please don't go yet, Mamma, Rose pleaded as she gently eased her hands from her mother's. Stay with me tonight. Just one more night.

Exhausted from sitting with Mamma for most of the past few days and nights, Rose folded her arms on the edge of the bed and rested her head on them. If Mamma stirred at all, Rose would know — could see to whatever she needed.

In the wee hours, Rose awakened with a jolt from a disturbing dream about two women — one of them was Mamma, as she'd looked years ago, and the other one was a younger woman Rose didn't recognize. They were walking away from her, arm in arm, as though they had no idea she could see them — and didn't care. Rose called and called, but neither woman turned around —

"Oh, Mamma," Rose whispered when she realized she'd been dreaming. Her heart was thumping wildly and she felt exhausted after sleeping in the armchair beside her mother's bed. She lit the oil lamp on the nightstand. "Mamma? Are you awake?"

Her mother's eyes were open, staring straight ahead toward the door, but they didn't blink when Rose gripped her bony shoulder. Mamma's breathing was so much slower than it had been yesterday, and in the stillness of the dim room, the rasping sound of each breath was magnified by Rose's desperation.

Rose stared at her mother for a few more of those labored breaths, trying again to rouse her. Mamma's expression was devoid of emotion or pain. She was unresponsive — as the doctor had warned might happen — and Rose curled in on herself to cry for a few minutes. Then she slipped out to the phone shanty at the road.

"Bishop Vernon, it's Rose Raber," she said after his answering machine had prompted her. "If you could come — well, Mamma's about gone and I ... I don't know what to do. Denki so much."

Rose returned to the house with a million worries running through her mind. Soon Gracie would be awake and wanting her breakfast and — how would Rose explain that her mammi couldn't talk to her anymore, didn't see her anymore? How could she manage a frantic, frightened five-year-old who would need her constant reassurances for a while, and at the same time deal with her own feelings of grief and confusion? All the frightened moments Rose had known this past week, when she'd thought Mamma was already gone, were merely rehearsals, it seemed.

"Oh, Nathan, if only you were here," Rose whispered as she walked through the unlit front room. "You always knew what to do. Always had a clear head and a keen sense of what came next."

Rose paused in the doorway of the room where Mamma lay. Her breathing was still loud and slow, and the breaths seemed to be coming farther apart. Rose hoped it was a comfort to Mamma to die as she'd wanted — even though it was nerve- racking to Rose. There had been no waiting, no doubts, the day she and Mamma had returned from shopping in Morning Star to discover that the sawmill had caught fire from a saw's sparks. The mill, quite a distance from any neighbor, had burned to the ground with her father and husband trapped beneath a beam that had fallen on them. Their men's deaths had been sudden and harsh, but quick. No lingering, no wondering if she could be doing some little thing to bring final comfort.

Once again, Rose sat in the chair beside Mamma's bed, and then rested against the mattress as she'd done before. The clock on Mamma's dresser chimed three times. It would be hours before the bishop checked his phone messages. Rose didn't want to rustle around in the kitchen, for fear she'd waken Gracie, so she placed a hand over her mother's and allowed herself to drift. ...


Rose awoke from a doze to realize someone was knocking on the front door. By the time she roused herself, Bishop Vernon Gingerich and his wife, Jerusalem, were entering the front room. Vernon's rosy face, usually lit with a beatific smile, appeared solemn.

"Rose, I'm sorry you're having to deal with your mother's passing alone," the bishop said as he reached for her hands.

Jerusalem hugged Rose hard. "We came as soon as Vernon heard your message," she said. Jerusalem felt warm and stalwart, as though she'd dealt with death enough times that she no longer feared it. "Maybe Gracie would be better off with me today — seeing's how you have no family members close by to keep her until your vigil is finished."

Gratitude filled Rose's heart. Her only remaining relatives lived in Indiana. "That might be best, jah. She's still upstairs asleep —"

"I'll get her dressed and tell her what a gut time we'll have today," Jerusalem said with a smile. "Don't worry about her, Rose. We have goats and cows and newly hatched chicks and all manner of distractions at our place."

"Denki so much," Rose murmured. Vernon had recently remarried, and Jerusalem had been a maidel schoolteacher until she'd met him — always ready with a game or a song when kids were around — and Gracie adored her. As the steely-haired woman started up the stairway, Rose glanced at Vernon. "Mamma's in this room, Bishop. She'll be comforted to know you've come."

The bishop hung his black hat on a peg near the door and followed Rose into the back room. He stopped a few feet from the bed to observe Mamma, who lay staring straight ahead, unseeing. Vernon stroked his snow-white beard as the sound of her breathing filled the room. "We can be grateful that your mother's beyond her pain," he said softly. "Her soul has heard God's call and her body is preparing itself so she can go to meet Him. It will all happen in the Lord's gut time, and our job now is merely to wait. They say the sense of hearing is the last to go, so let's pray for her, shall we?"

Rose joined Bishop Vernon at the bedside, bowing her head as he took her hand and placed his other hand on her mother's shoulder.

"Dear Lord and Father of us all," he intoned, "we give thanks that You never leave us, and that You are caring for Your daughter Lydia, preparing her a place with You in Heaven. Bless Rose with the strength and wisdom she'll need to wait and watch, and to tend to her burial. We thank You for the gut life Lydia lived, and for the promise that she will soon ascend to be with You. We pray these things in Jesus' name. Amen."

Rose let out the breath she'd been holding. Upstairs, she heard Gracie talking excitedly to Jerusalem, and it made her smile.

"Do you want me to stay with you?" Vernon asked. "Some folks get uneasy, being alone with a loved one who's about to die."

The sound of footsteps coming down the upstairs hallway — some of them quick and some slower — determined Rose's reply. "I'll be fine, knowing that Gracie's with you," she said as she started for the doorway. "If you take her with you now, she won't be frightened by her mammi's condition."

Vernon nodded and followed her from the room. Rose put on a bright smile and held out her arms when she saw her daughter bouncing down the stairs, wearing her favorite yellow dress and a fresh white pinafore. Wisps of strawberry-blond hair escaped Gracie's kapp and her smile lit her entire face.

"Mamma, we're gonna milk the goats!" Gracie cried as she launched herself toward Rose's arms. "And we gotta count the baby chicks —"

"You'll have the best time ever with Jerusalem and the bishop," Rose said as she held her daughter close. "You can say your alphabet and your numbers —"

"And play games!" Gracie added. "And maybe bake cookies!"

Rose smiled gratefully at Jerusalem as the older woman reached the bottom of the steps. "It'll be a wonderful time — because you'll be a gut guest while you're at the bishop's house, jah?" Rose asked purposefully.

"Jah, Mamma," Gracie said as she wiggled to get down. "We're havin' French toast for breakfast, so we better get goin'!"

Jerusalem chuckled as she took Gracie's hand. "We'll gather some fresh eggs first, and it'll be the best breakfast ever. But you'd better stay sharp at the table, Gracie, because Vernon loves French toast and he might try to snatch yours!"

"Nuh-uh!" Gracie exclaimed. At the doorway, she turned to wave to Rose. "Bye, Mamma! Be a gut girl while I'm gone!"

"You too, missy," Rose replied. She walked out to the porch with Bishop Vernon, and his gaze expressed his silent wish for her strength and consolation. She watched the buggy take off behind a fine bay mare, waving when she saw Gracie looking out the rig's window.

When the vehicle reached the road, Rose went inside and dropped into the nearest chair. The house was too quiet. The hours would crawl by without the sunshine of Gracie's presence; yet Rose believed she'd done the right thing, letting the little girl go with two dear adults who would keep her busy — and who would answer Gracie's questions about her grandmother's condition in a wise, patient way. When it came to matters of the soul and practicality, nobody was more gracious than Bishop Vernon Gingerich.

After listening to a couple more of Mamma's labored breaths, Rose left the bedroom doorway to brew a pot of strong tea and slather a couple slices of bread with butter and jelly. She returned to Mamma's bedside with her breakfast tray, and turned the armchair slightly so Mamma's eyes wouldn't be fixed upon her while she ate.

Rose poured a cup of tea, muttering wearily when some of it sloshed onto her tray because her hands were shaking. As she took a bite of the buttered bread, a sob escaped her. She drank some tea and sank back into the chair, wondering how long it would be before her mother passed. Already the waiting weighed heavily upon her.

After she'd finished the slices of bread, Rose set aside her tray and turned to check on Mamma. Her mother's face was still frozen in a slack, emotionless expression as her eyes continued to gaze at nothing.


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A Mother's Love 4.8 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 9 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I loved every word of this beautiful story.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A very well writtten book. God's redeeming love was so apparent in Saul's life. I loved each of the characters. They were very real, they made me laugh and cry.
GratefulGrandma More than 1 year ago
This is a wonderful second chance story. Rose Raber lost her father and husband in a barn fire less than a year ago. Her mother is dying of cancer and she has sent her daughter to stay with the bishop and his wife so they can have a final time together. As she sits by her bedside, she finds out that she needs to find a box that will give her some information that her mother has kept from her. As Rose finds out that everything she has believed about her life is a lie, she must figure out how to deal with this new information. Rose's five year old daughter Grace is absolutely adorable. She keeps her mother grounded and helps her to carry on. She doesn't want the church to take care of her so she gets a job as a cook at a senior center and this is where her life completely changes. When she meets Matthias Wagler he falls in love with little Grace and she wraps him around her little finger. Rose tries to resist him but he is handsome, caring, has a great career and seems to want Grace and Rose in his life. When Grace hears her mother telling Matthias what she knows, it is really hard for her not to accidentally let anything slip. Tension, angst and recriminations ensue. A MOTHER'S LOVE is filled with redemption, love, forgiveness, and second chances. This story was well paced and the plot moved steadily through the story. I felt the feelings that the various characters were dealing with and wanted them to sort things out. Being a Christian, I knew that forgiveness and redemption would win out, but it was heartbreaking to see the sadness and fear as the story played out. I listened to the audio version of this book narrated by Susan Boyce. I have listened to several books narrated by Susan and I can say that I do enjoy her narration. I am able to distinguish between characters using the intonation and style of voice she uses. Charlotte Hubbard pulled me in from the beginning of this story and I was invested until the end. I definitely recommend this book and author to anyone who enjoys good clean romance, Christian Fiction or Amish Fiction. 4.5 Stars rounded up to 5.
joyful334209 More than 1 year ago
The Mother's Love, what can I say about such a heart rendering, tear dropping, love squeezing, GOD trusting and people depending book. heart rendering (when someone loses their father and husband at the same time then they lose their mother because of the loss of their father and husband - oiy vey), tear dropping (when you have your mother on her death bed telling you a deep dark secret about your self and it is life altering - yeah that is tear dropping), love squeezing (when you have someone who is in your life that you love so much and has brought you meaning that brings you squeezes and love especially when you need it when you are depressed etc. that is love squeezing.) GOD trusting (when you are hurting in your life - and GOD is the master of your life - you trust in HIM for everything - He takes care of you - in ways that you do not realize - like sending you a man in your way - a very special man - wink wink - GOD always knows what HE is doing.) and people depending (when you start to trust in people again like Matthias, whom GOD has placed in yours and Gracies way, and you slowly start to depend on.). Yes this book is incredible to read. You get touched on so many levels, as well as be Blessed. I received a copy of this book from the Publisher and Netgalley; all the opinions expressed in this review are all my own. if you would like to read more of my Christian book reviews go to Christianlybookreivewers.blogspot.com
MAHake More than 1 year ago
An endearing new story in a familiar setting, this book by Charlotte Hubbard is one of her best. Rose Raber deals with much loss but also finds new love as she maneuvers through tricky relationships and a secret she’s not sure if she’s fortunate to have learned. She and her young daughter, Gracie, must find their way amid trials and barriers placed in their path. The changes the characters undergo offer hope to readers that God can work in their lives also. I recommend this book—it would make a good Mother’s Day gift. I received an advance copy from the author. All opinions are my own.
MaureenST More than 1 year ago
I loved this sweet story and when the last page was turned, I wanted to continue on and live with these people that I had come to care for, especially little Gracie. Can you imagine sitting at the deathbed of you mother, and learning that all you have believed all your life is a lie, or is it? This is basically what happened to our main character, and how she handles this information is really not in her hands. She is told by both her mother and her Bishop not to pursue finding her mother, and God sure seemed to have other ideas, but in the end are the Bishop and her mother really right. What a heart breaking topic, but told with such compassion and love, and with so much tragedy in their young lives, Rose and Gracie seem to pull up their boots and move on with their lives. If you enjoy Amish stories this is one read you don’t want to miss, filled with love and compassion, and for some life lessons, and I finished in no time, but found the story lingering with me. I received this book through the Author, and was not required to give a positive review.
SouthernGalLovestoRead More than 1 year ago
Charlotte Hubbard has given us a charming Amish stand-alone in time for Mother's Day. A Mother's Love is the perfect title for multiple generations in this engaging story. As she often does, Charlotte drives her story through the lives of strong female characters who deal with complex struggles. Some of those challenges that Rose works through involve the handsome and helpful Matthias. And all choices must be made with consideration of her adorable daughter Gracie. These and other characters fit together in a very entertaining story. Fans of great Amish fiction should enjoy A Mother's Love. Thanks to Charlotte and her publisher for providing a copy of this book. I was happy to write this honest review based on my own thoughts.
lolly-pops More than 1 year ago
First, the disclaimer. "I was provided a free copy of this book. All opinions are my own." That done, A MOTHER'S LOVE is a sweet story, of mother's -- with a romance tied in. :) Rose's mamm is dying of cancer and with her final breath she tells Rose she was adopted, and she can find letters from her birthmom in a tin box in another room. Rose reads the letter, and finds out that her birthmom was unmarried when Rose was born, and please don't ever contact her because she's married to a man who doesn't know she ever had a baby. Rose is a mother herself to a precious little girl. There a lot of characters from previous series in this story but I think it's safe to say that even if you haven't read the other series you won't be lost in this book. I recognized some of the other characters because I've read most all of Ms. Hubbard's book, but the stories are not really intermingled. Ms. Hubbard is an acclaimed Amish author and quite creative and fans of Amish fiction will devour this new book. I liked Rose and Matthias, and the way all the different mothers in Rose's life were representative and played out.
KrisAnderson_TAR More than 1 year ago
A Mother’s Love is the newest book by Amish author Charlotte Hubbard. Rose Raber lives in Cedar Creek with her daughter, Gracie and her mother, Lydia. The previous summer Rose lost her father, Myron and her husband, Nathan in a fire at their mill. Now, Rose is losing her mother. Lydia’s cancer has returned after thirty years. The chemo was ineffective this time and Lydia is dying. Her mother has one last bit of information to share with Rose before she passes on. She tells Rose about a stationery box in her dresser that has letter addressed to Rose. Rose reads the letters and discovers that she is adopted. Her birth mother, Roseanne was sixteen when she discovered herself with child and her aunt, Nettie found Lydia. Lydia was unable to have children due to the cancer treatments. A second letter tells Rose that Roseanne (now Anne) is being courted by a good man, but he is unaware of her past. She asks Rose to not look for her and Bishop Gingerich agrees. Rose and Gracie are at the mercantile when they bump into Matthias Wagler, a widower, who is opening a harness shop in nearby Morning Star. Rose is lucky to find a cooking position at Morning Star Senior Center. Rose and Matthias spend more time together (thanks to Gracie), and she confides in him about her birth mother. In Anne’s letter, she had mentioned that Saul Hartzler was courting her. Matthias is aware of Saul and the Hartzler Carriage Company in Morning Star. One day Anne Hartzler walks into the senior center and meets Rose. Rose lost one mother, but she is getting a chance to know the woman who gave birth to her. It a town as small as Morning Star it is inevitable that Saul runs into Rose and Gracie when he is out with Anne and his mother. What happens when a thirty-year-old secret springs forth disrupting several lives? To see what happens, pick up A Mother’s Love. A Mother’s Love is well-written and is an engaging novel. I found A Mother’s Love to be an emotional novel (you might need to keep a tissue handy). I give A Mother’s Love 4 out of 5 stars. I did have a little trouble with Gracie. She is a gregarious and active child who can easily get on a person’s nerves (she would wear me out in less than thirty minutes). She comes across as a little spoiled. Her mother gives her what she wants and Gracie does not seem to get punished when she eavesdrops on adult conversations (she snuck out of bed). You just know that this child is going to spill the secret (small children cannot keep secrets). A Mother’s Love is full of activity. It is amazing at how much the author packed into one novel. I thought A Mother’s Love has several good messages. They include that none of us are perfect (all of us have flaws), God has a plan for our lives, good things come to those that wait (aka God’s timing not our own). We see how important it is to forgive a person, to have love in our lives, and the importance of faith. The ending is very special and leaves a person with a good feeling in their heart. I liked A Mother’s Love and look forward to reading more Charlotte Hubbard books in the future.