As a mother, no doubt each of us as a little girl dreamed of being one. The anticipation of dating, kissing, falling in love, marriage and then comes a baby carriage. Bet you are thinking or singing the little ditty of a song that goes along with this dream.
It happens, although sometimes backwards these days, but for the most part in line as it should. I loved being pregnant, well the first three months were a little queasy but then easy sailing as my belly grew and my love developed for this child within each time.
At birth my faith grew as only God could make this beautiful creation be so perfect.
Life takes over with home, caring for parents, another child, school, sports, illnesses, etc. Then the next is that they are off to college and maybe never to return back home. Their bedroom sits empty and the noises and smelly socks and shoes are gone, in my case. Just memories last and pride bursts through of their independence and success.
No matter how tall they get or where they go in life, this child I carried within and in my arms will always be in my heart. When they hurt, I hurt. Letting go to allow life and its lessons bash them is more than a mother can withstand. Is it paybacks of what we did to our mothers perhaps? Just as a toddler walking, they fall and get back up. Same with an adult child. Knowing this period brings growth in them, it swallows us up in fear.
As a mother, I know that I can pray for God to cover my child with His protection. Praying continuously. To bring Christians in their path to speak hope and life when hearing their mom over and over again, goes in one ear and out the other. Still, I am the biggest cheerleader in their life and always will be. My love is everlasting.
To know my love is that deep for my child(ren), just imagine and just take it in as to how deep God‘s Love is for us. 💕Amazing!