“There is no way to be a perfect mother,
and a million ways to be a good one”
Today is my beautiful daughter’s 12th Birthday.
The day I gave birth to her is the day I realized that 10 tiny fingers and toes
are really the most amazing thing God created.
I never realized how much I could love one person.
How much I would sacrifice for another.
The day she was born was the day that I knew my journey
to true unselfishness would begin.
It started in the womb, but will be a lifetime of learning.
Flesh dies hard after all, and I am one who has clung to this world
and it’s remnants too often.
I know selfishness.
I am learning selflessness, and it’s beauty and freedom.
Dying to self is what a mother does day in and day out.
It is a paradigm shift of epic proportions.
Do not be deceived.
There is a balance of power indeed,
but sacrificial love is the first requirement needed for long nights of sleeplessness.
First as the infant cries for milk, then for attention and boundaries unwanted.
Again in the older years while waiting on curfews.
Finally to endure the awkward but necessary years identity seeking.
Sleeplessness is a Mother’s silent partner and secret strength.
I refuse to bow down to the idol of worry.
Oh, my Lord knows- that is not easy.
Instead I bow my heart in prayer.
Turning every thought, concern and worry into
holy incense, prayers rising up to Him.
I embrace sleeplessness as an opportunity for fellowship and time
of strengthening in His grace for the days ahead.
My precious daughter, a Faith Life Preserver?
Love begins by taking care of the closest ones –
the ones at home.
“Grown don’t mean nothing to a mother.
A child is a child. They get bigger,
older, but grown.
In my heart it don’t mean a thing.”
— Toni Morrison
I just could not get this sweet, silly song out of my head today!
So I have included the clip “You Must Have Been A Beautiful Baby”.