Mothers . . . amazing creatures. One day you aren’t . . . the next you are.
Some of you still aren’t . . . but you will be . . . you want to be . . . you hope to be.
Of course, Mr. “Right-in-God’s-eyes-just-for-me” has to come along first. . .
And he is the one you want to wait for. . .
He makes mothering lots easier . . . for everyone!
Nine months of waiting in no way prepares you for that first moment you hold a soft, squirming, “bundle of joy” in your arms. Bundle of joy . . . not always!
More often than not, that bundle scares you silly . . . what to do? . . . She won’t stop crying.
How do I get the fever down? Oh God, help me . . . he can’t breathe.
What do you want to eat?
You won’t eat anything I cook . . . can kids survive on baked beans and eggs?
Just when mothers think they have it figured out . . . at least a little bit of something,
Along comes baby number two . . . so alike . . . still scary . . . and completely different!
Teething? . . . But my first never made a peep about teeth!
Walking? . . . Not yet . . . talking? . . . Not until she’s ready.
If the first is a boy . . . and the second a girl – watch out!
And even if both are girls or both boys . . .
Suddenly it’s a new set of rules, for an entirely different game . . . sibling rivalry . . . did I mention baby three?
If sibling rivalry is not the issue, their basic differences ARE . . .
“Mom, do you like this outfit?” OR “Are you wearing that?”
“How is this hairdo?” OR “I’ll get someone at . . . to braid it, don’t worry.”
“I don’t care how you make it – you decide. . . OR “Here is the design for my new cloth . . . how do you like it?”
“I need more music CDs . . . maybe I can download them . . . OR “Would you PLEASE turn that music OFF!!!”
“I promised to blog every day this week” . . . OR “I don’t have time to write e-mails. . .”
Are you getting the picture here? How do you handle this?
You learn quickly to let each child be unique . . . and never, ever compare!
Celebrate the differences, but do NOT try to change them . . .
“Hey guys, this is not a competition . . . you are BOTH special . . . no kidding” . . .
All part of being a good mother.
Some questions remain . . . no matter when . . . or where . . . or how many kids you have:
Do you know Jesus really loves you . . . more than I do?
Have I shown you His truth and taught you His Word?
Will you live for Him all of your life?
Have I taught you to pray? That’s vital, you know. . .
Do you understand . . . you have to love Jesus for YOURSELF?
Do you believe that I love you too . . . even when discipline is what I have to do?
In the beginning, the questions come from mother . . . But give it a few months . . . days . . . years . . . and the questions make a u-turn:
“Mom, why are there so many stars?”
“Mom, where did I come from?”
“Mom, how do I put my dolly’s head back on?”
“Mom, where did Paw Paw go?”
“Mom, will we stay with Maw Maw for long?”
“Mom, why do we spend so much time in our van?”
And then the questions change . . .
“Mom, what is 2+3-4+5+7-6+9-4-6+7-8+10?”
“How do you spell, “different?”
“How do you spell, “extemporary,” and what does it mean?”
“How do I write a sentence . . . a paragraph . . . an essay?”
“Where do I get information and supplies for this science project?”
“Does x + y – 2x+2y = y2?”
“Who will be my friend?”
“How many people can I have for my sleepover?”
“Why can’t I go there?”
“Why does my family at home forget my birthday?”
“Why don’t I have any mail?”
“Are we really moving . . . again?”
As the years go by . . . like a speeding bullet . . . the questions vary, but keep coming.
It’s like playing a game of Uno . . where the questions keep reversing,
Now, they’re back from the mother:
“How do I let you go?”
“Who will take care of you so far away?”
“Who will make sure you pray, worship and get into the Word?”
“Who will be there in the middle of the night when you are sick?”
“Who will help choose the right clothes . . . shoes . . . shampoo?”
“Will you be able to wash and iron your clothes . . . without messing them all up?”
“Can you really do that on your own now?”
Mothers are wonderful creatures . . . with a love that is more than amazing,
But oh, our creator, amazing God . . .
Who answers our every question, who solves each one of our problems,
And gives the solution for everything . . .
No matter if you are the question, or the one being questioned . . .
JESUS . . . He’s all you need . . . to be an amazing Mother.
