Because I am a mother, I face the most challenging and heart-wrenching moments of my life, that have much deeper long-term and personal implications than anything I could face outside of my home. I often feel like I am fumbling around in the dark for answers because each child is unique and the solutions to the things they are going through are neither obvious nor clear nor the same as the brother that came before them. Often I am required to have blind faith and take steps forward, hoping and praying for a desirable outcome, and redirect if necessary. As the boys all now sleep through the night and those sleepless nights of the younger years fade, sleepless nights of the older years unfold...too many "what-ifs?" and "how do I helps?" spinning through my brain. I face my greatest fears every day as a mother, because I can imagine nothing scarier than something happening emotionally or physically to one of my boys.
But all of these things are true only because I am so deeply in love with these amazing boys of mine. What a great gift that kind of love is! All the anguish, fears and unknown paths of motherhood are unquestionably worth the challenge just to be able to love them ever stronger and witness them living their lives.
I feel such joy in their successes and am inspired when they face the hard things in their lives with courage. I marvel at how they struggle and fail, and then get up and try again, never questioning their ability to press onward. I melt as I see them embrace faith, lift their chins and live for God. I learn from them as they test me and challenge the things I believed I had mastered, only to discover how much I still have to learn; and they are constantly asking more of me than I thought I had, it can feel like I am ceaselessly givinggivinggiving, yet I always seem to find the reserves. With that, gratitude is something I have learned to appreciate deeply when I get it, but never expect; and, often, when the benefits of the direction I am trying to send them are still off in the future, I receive the opposite of gratitude from them. Yet, because of these boys, my own heart has never been more grateful. I am taught the art of letting go and release, when all I want to do is hold tighter and faster. I am strengthened in my resolve to do better when I misstep, because, like the Masai warrior protecting his herd, I cannot let my guard down nor allow myself to fail them. I am their defender, their mama bear, their champion and their cheerleader; and it's OK if because of that they think I am mean sometimes, and it's fine if they are angry with me because I am asking them to look again, try harder or do more. Sometimes they have to rest on my belief in them as they find their belief in themselves. I am better in all ways because of them.
The precious moments when I hear them laughing together, listen to their delighted chatter at dinner, hold them close as they work through a heartache, witness them deeply involved in something that sparks their passion, see the light of understanding dawn as a difficult problem is solved, talk with them about all that is going on in their world, give them the gift of a new experience...all the many millions of small moments in a lifetime that heap the sparks of joy upon them...those are just bonuses.
I am a mother. And I love every part of it. Just as I love every part of them.
| Breakfast and wonderful homemade gifts in bed! |
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| If little boys were boogers, I'd pick you...five times over! |
| The real gift of the day: 30 minutes of play on the trampoline without a fight and when they came in it was because they were done, not because someone had "ruined" it! |