New life is celebrated and young mothers are supported and celebrated.
As time passes and the mother-child relationship ages,
the night-time feedings turn into night time counseling sessions
Make no mistake,…. one can be as life giving as the other.
The world can see us at soccer practice and in the church pews each week, but our private care and love delivered in the wee hours of the morning are seen by God and His angels.
Here’s to the young women who long for children:
The ones who observe the planned and unplanned pregnancies of friends, family, strangers, teenagers, addicts and prostitutes. They try to not become bitter as they miss the children they can not conceive but time does not heal this longing for a child…..
Time intensifies it.
Here’s to the Mothers who recently experienced their first Mother’s day:
Her heart nearly bursts with blessings even as she yawns from her sleepless night feedings.
The power of love catches her by surprise.
We are so used to helping our kids “fix” their problems,
but here is a place where our passion is powerless.
Except in prayer.
No one,…NO ONE can pray for our kids like us moms.
I can not comprehend parenting a child who you know will never reach adulthood.
I am profoundly moved when I watch you who deal daily with the pain of
watching your child struggle with small tasks.
Whether your beloved child’s handicap is physical, mental, emotonal or all combined, you have one of the hardest roles of all.
Wonder of wonders! How much love can one heart hold?
An emotion this strong can only be supernatural.
Living under the same roof daily with someone who loves you more than they love themselves is what makes the world go ’round.
It equips us to face and conquer life.
How deep the hurt must be as they observe other mom-daughters.
They read the sayings in the Mothers day cards and can’t relate.
I am so sorry.
Here’s to the Mothers who have placed their child for adoption:
The merging and melding of so many different lives takes my breath away.
These brave women create families out of their pain and fear.
Heroes,..that’s what they are.
But most of them seldom think that above statement is true.
In all my studies of grief, the loss of a mom is one of the deepest of all. To be separated from the one who loves you more than any other living person is staggering to the core of being.
It leaves people at such a loss that they can feel adrift in life.
Violation of the soul.
The ponders made at Jae Lynn’s grave can not be published.
Not because they are private, but because they are too many.
Take it from me,…… the love of a mother defies death.
We simply love our children who now live in another dimension.
It knows no law, no pity, it dares all things and crushes down remorselessly all that stands in its path.