MY TURN: Being a mother is not easy
Being a mother is not easy. For when you become a mother you willfully make a choice to allow your heart to walk around outside your body. A mother laughs when her child is joyful. A mother cries when her child is hurt. And a mother is at peace when all her children, with cherub faces, tousled hair and warm blankets tucked up under their chins are fast asleep in their beds. This is the time that a mother can rest. She never really sleeps though, because she wants to be attentive to the slightest sound; a cough in the night telling of an oncoming cold, or a whimper telling of a bad dream. And with the speed and concern of a guardian angel she is there beside the bed with a warm hand, a cup of water or just a well-timed hug.
A mother is, without a doubt, the most unique person on earth. She spends the first portion of her life preparing to love the child that she will be given, and doing all she can to raise him to be what he should be. And then she spends the next portion of her life letting him go. She knows that she has precious little time to instill into her children the character they will need to grow up strong, and straight, and true. She knows that she can’t do it all. She knows that her strength is limited, so she often asks for help from the good Lord. Whenever you see a young man or a young woman whose life is good, and honest, you know that there was a mother somewhere with bended knees and broken heart.
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