mothers carry by sharing the crazy things that happen in my life, I
thought it befitting to make sure I get out a message this week. So here
goes my message and may all the mothers out there know I am "rooting"
for you...
I just returned from gardening. As I knelt on my cushioned knee pad,
reaching timidly to yank the weeds from the budding plants, I found
myself tiring quickly, not feeling I had made much of an impact.
Gradually the joy of hard work and thinking on my purpose of why I was
weeding my flower beds overtook me. I desired the result of beauty. I
desired to be part of that something beautiful by having a hand in it.
Soon I lost that knee pad, got down, got dirty and enjoyed the work I
was doing. I began to see results and could tell the difference between
the budding flowers and the long strays of grass that tried to hide
them. It made me reflect on my years as a mother thus far. As I started
my journey into motherhood I saw an analogy in my gardening experience.
Starting out I understood that being a mother is a destined part of
nature. Both my husband and I would "timidly" change Bianca's diaper. We
would timidly care for this new little person in our lives. We would
definitely tire more quicker than before. Gradually, as I developed a
vision of what I was doing, I realized that I was blessed with the
responsibility to nurture and train up one of God's beautiful children.
I had the opportunity to have a hand in something incredible. I learned
to dig in. I didn't mind the dirty work (and with children you can
imagine what that all contains). I desired the result of beauty . I have
been rewarded with continuous blossoms of grandeur as my children grow.
There is nothing more rewarding than the sweet joy that pours from your
little one's face as they are held in your arms, as you read them a
story, or as you wipe their tears away. I know. I was able to do all
three today! Even now that Bianca is reaching the age of eight I can't
even count the moments of pure bliss I have felt as I nurture her in one
way or another. And so the cycle of spring continues. The beauty that
came from my mother's love continues its cycle of blossoming in my life.
For all the mothers that their spring may seem like such a long time
ago, I would say to look at the garden you have cultivated in your own
families and how the beauty of spring continues to blossom. For the
mothers of today, don't worry about getting dirty. And for the mothers
of tomorrow, smell the beauty around you and lock it away in your heart
for the smelly diapers that lie ahead! They're worth it!
Happy Mother's Day!
Love to you all,
Candace
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