Candy blogs: This year has been a different year for me as a mother. Another season of learning to let go. I often wonder how far a mother’s heart can be stretched but there always seems to be enough there to stretch as far as it needs to go. It never diminishes but continues to open up new places to fill with love.
“When they had seen him, they spread the word concerning what had been told them about this child, and all who heard it were amazed at what (the shepherds) said to them. But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart.” Luke 2:17-19
Like Mary, all mothers have experiences and moments with, about and through their children. And, like Mary, they are all considered to be amazing. When my children were young, most of my moments were spent in physical care and interaction. I fed and dresssed them, brushed their teeth, washed their clothes, applied Band-aids, made sure they had their vaccinations, gave them medicine when they were sick, provided a safe and comfortable home. These are normal mother experiences.
But there are other moments in a mother’s life that can only be known in her own heart. The feelings of deep connection when holding a sleeping child, the reaching for them when their arms reach up for you, the fierce desire to protect when your child has been wronged or hurt, the sound of laughter, the satisfaction of a family meal enjoyed, the delight of the first gift from your child, the breathtaking joy of all the “firsts”, the teaching times (tying shoes, riding a bike, cleaning the bathroom, driving a car), the shock and awe of discovering who they are becoming. And you are unashamedly proud of their beauty, gifts and talents and accomplishments. A mother’s heart is always full of remembering.
The heart of a mother is a deep abyss at the bottom of which you will always find forgiveness. Honore de Balzac, author
Your heart is always vulnerable to the opinions of others, thoughtless words, second guessing yourself, being misunderstood, going unnoticed. But in the end, none of that really matters. A mother’s heart will always ponder the undefineable, the unspeakable.
Making a decision to have a child–it’s momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body. Elizabeth Stone
Mothers, let’s celebrate the mysterious joys of being a mother on Sunday. Take the time to remember and ponder your motherhood moments. Step outside the daily grind and spend time with your mommy soul. You are worth celebrating. What you are doing is of the utmost importance. There is nothing more important.
The Lord gave me this verse when my first child was born 30 years ago. It let me know as a new mom that God had His arms around me. And He is still right there with me today, during this new season of stretching.
“He tends his flock like a shepherd:
He gathers the lambs in his arms
and carries them close to his heart;
he gently leads those that have young.”
May we all sense anew God’s gentle leading of our mother hearts. I would love to hear your mommy moments.
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