My body
signaled it was under new management my first day of pregnancy. After a romantic
weekend in the Pocono’s, the drive through New York City was punctuated by
multiple stops to empty my already empty stomach. I thought I had the flu, but it
was something much bigger than that. The action starts in the very first moments
of motherhood.
It begins by
changing our bodies as life grows inside. What a tremendous miracle—a tiny human
is attached; growing and nourished by the cord of life between us! We wonder as
our bodies stretch to make room. New changes at the end of pregnancy
prepare us to birth and feed our child with uniquely formulated milk. We pray
for this child we have yet to meet.
Delivery is
a verb that strikes terror into the most courageous woman. But then there’s joy.
We bond with this new person, known only by God up until now, where He knit
them together in the secret place under our heart. The action picks up significantly.
Feeding,
changing, rocking, singing, pacing back and forth in the middle of the night.
Waiting for the first real smile, learning their coos and cries; being the only
one who can understand what they’re saying. Sighing with pleasure the first
time they hug us back. Wiping away tears, both theirs and ours, when we can’t
figure out what’s wrong or make the hurt go away. And we pray.
As they
grow, even more action is required. We move from carrying to chasing; from
longing for them to say their first words to wanting to scream the next time
they ask a “why” question. We still hug and kiss and tickle and play, but they’re
on the move from our arms into the classroom of life. We pray even more.
In their
teenage years, our action takes on more of an emotional element. We spent their
formative years protecting, instructing, disciplining, and loving. They’re
making more of their own choices apart from us now. We rejoice when they are
kind, courageous, tenacious, and wise. We ache for them when they choose badly.
We console and advise, and let them feel the pain and pray they will learn from
it. We pray for wisdom to know when to rescue and when to urge them forward.
The action
of the empty nest years takes new form. Our homes are spacious and quiet, but our
arms sometimes feel empty. We encourage, rejoice, and learn from them. We listen
when they call, biting our tongue when we want to say more than they’re ready
to hear. We give when they’re needy. We work when they need a hand. We counsel when
they ask and pray God will make them strong and give them joy.
And becoming
a grand-mom is a different verb
entirely. Back to rocking and feeding, singing and playing, only this time with
more confidence and a store of memories from round number one. The “why”
questions don’t bother us as much; we know that’s how they learn about the
world, and God. We breathe in their baby scent, follow squirrels with them in
the park, bend down to examine wildflowers, praise their efforts, and seek to
build relationship. We want them to know they belong, they matter—to us and to
God. And we pray for them and our children.
Moms of every age know how much energy it takes
to do the job well. We blow it frequently, but God forgives, and often we get
the chance to do better. Motherhood is the most physically, emotionally, and
spiritually demanding work we will ever do, but when we do it with all our
heart, we feel God’s pleasure. He is our example and Teacher; He is our
energizing power when we have nothing left to give.
To all you
mothers, I wish you a very Happy Mother’s Day! I hope you feel honored and
special this weekend.
“Charm is
deceptive, and beauty is fleeting; but a woman who fears the LORD is to be
praised. Honor her for all that her hands have done, and let her works bring
her praise” (Prov. 31:30-31).
#mothersday #whatmomsdo
#tiredmoms #grandmothering #emptynest #proverbs31
This is one of your best works of writing ever. It touched this Mother and Grandmothers heart as I read through each phase of our lives once a new life is created. Inspiring Beth, thank you.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Trish. We are indeed blessed to be moms.
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