My mother told me that many times before, and I believed her. But boy was she right!
My children are 27, 25 and 23, all three established professionally, responsible, mature members of the society. They stay out of trouble and live productive lives.
I am privileged to share in their precious victories and boast in their accomplishments, and my heart swells with pride when I consider what God has done in and through them. Some days I wonder how I can handle all the joy.
And other days, I wonder if my heart will break before it is all over.
I can’t think of anything harder in life than to see your children suffer. It hurts to be a mother.
If only I could carry their pain for them, if only I could make it all better. Life doesn’t work that way. I can’t blow a kiss and make it all go away. They have to walk their own walk, and discover how to overcome, how to cope, how to be resilient. I smile and hug and give wise counsel, then I run to my room and cry my eyes out. I pray and find my strength in Him, then I go back to dry their tears and pump more courage into them.
I pity those mothers who do not know Jesus as their rock. I know I can’t do this alone.
Life. Messy, painful and full of beauty. Life. Impossible and miraculously feasable.
Oh Lord, open our eyes to You today!