A Mother's Love

Happy Belated Mother’s Day ladies. I pray that all of you mothers, wives, soon-to-be-moms, step-moms, grandmothers, aunties, and caretakers had a well deserved weekend.

This weekend while away on a mini-vacation with my husband, I reflected on my 2.5 years as a mom.  I lay in bed early this Sunday morning, and traveled down memory lane to the first night that I was left alone with my oldest son, AJ.

 I had given birth 5 hours before, and was now resting in the recovery room, just me, baby, and my husband. My husband was asleep on the very uncomfortable pull-out couch and I was planted in my hospital bed, still mesmerized at our little one lying in his hospital crib. I could not take my eyes off of him.  I was scared to death and ecstatic all at the same time.

He began to squirm and cry so I retrieved him out of his bed to feed him. I tried breast feeding him (it was only my second time) but he wouldn’t latch on. I checked his diaper to make sure that he was clean; no problems there either.  Instead of lying in bed, I walked him around the room to soothe him (mimicking what I saw on one of those TLC baby shows). This went on for about 45 minutes of him crying and screaming. Mind you, the entire time, my husband did not move an inch. He was fast asleep, and I was growing mad. I couldn’t believe that he could possibly sleep through the sound of a screaming baby.  At that time, I put Aj back in his crib and just watched him cry. I didn’t know what to do. I was scared for him and me, and honestly I just wanted my own mommy.  Then it dawned on me: my mother had ALWAYS been there to wipe away my tears, solve all of my problems, and make me feel better. I am mommy now. If I can’t do this for my own baby, then who will?

I took a deep breath and picked him up. I whispered to him, please bear with me. I tried feeding him again, this time more calmly and patiently. I wanted him to trust that he could trust me. And after a few adjustments, it worked. He stopped crying and I was able to pacify my son for the first time. And oh, guess who decided to awake out of his peaceful slumber? Yes, my wonderful husband J

On most days as moms, it can truly feel like all we do is run around for or after our children. We can get so consumed with how challenging parenting can be sometimes, that we forget just how precious those first moments of parenting were. Not to mention, we can forget just how much our children put their trust in us. Whether you’ve got small children like me or teenagers increasing your grocery bill by the minute, they will always be our little babies. If God has allowed you to be a mother (in any form) thank Him daily for your special gift. And return the favor by raising your children to always put Him first.

“Lo children are an heritage of the LORD: and the fruit of the womb is His reward,” (Psa 127: 3).

KPA

Once raised by a Virtuous single mother, I am now a strong Virtuous, Fashionista, who is living for today, who is a woman of strength, that understands the power of my words, that is aware of GOD’s presence, is allowing my light to shine, whose growing to be more passionate about serving the Lord, who can listen without pride to constructive criticism, whose fear does not hold me back, who runs to the Lord first about everything, who strives to stay on GOD’s course, who is saved by the grace of GOD, who admits to being envious of others at times, who knows my worth, has a calming peace, who gives thanks daily, who wants to be a GODLY example to others, who is able to forgive my enemies, who has high expectations of me, who has been created in GOD’s own image, who lovingly submits to my spouse, who understands GOD's love, has an intimate relationship with GOD, supports Breast Cancer Awareness, with a family who honors me, Virtuous friends who love me, and with a giving spirit.