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!
What makes me crazed about this situation is that she should know better. We have heard the same messages at church.
Today I picked up a photo book I put together of pictures and memories from early on to the end of our dog’s life. Neither my husband or I had a dog growing up so getting one along with having young boys, I was asking for more work. What was I thinking? I remember at the beginning, fifteen years ago, this puppy then followed me around the house, just like a toddler. I remember it driving me crazy. 
I was done with that stage and yet I am back in this mode. The puppy stage! Yikes. Perhaps ignorance on our part, too, and trusting this animal in my house with wood floors and a potty mishap. I was so done.
While my husband and boys bonded with this dog, I had not. With the urine accident, a day off work, we had a meeting of the minds. I told this sweet, beautiful dog that this was not to happen ever again. Strangely enough, it did not. It was that day, we bonded. Just like correcting a child, you correct and then you love. Amazing.
I looked at her and said, okay, no more. It was time. I knew she was then ready although we were not, yet we were for her.
Just Pondering... 