Although in personality I most resemble my dad, my mama had the unenviable job of tempering the concatenation of quirks, freaks and neuroses that is yours truly into a balanced, moderately normal human being.
And you thought your job was tough.
In all seriousness, my mom has been my steadfast guide through good times and bad. Although I stopped being afraid of her as soon as I became taller than she, I have never stopped respecting her for her graciousness, humor, wisdom and love.
Happy Mother’s Day, Mom! You are an amazing woman and I am so proud to be your daughter.
And then, five years ago today, I had a child of my own.
Words fail me. That innocent little lamb had no idea — still doesn’t — how he rocked my world with his arrival.
Most people only imagine babies this easy. I actually had one. A sweeter, sunnier baby than our little Griffin couldn’t be had.
Five years later, I am daily reminded of the blessing God gave us in the cherubic form of this little fellow. His tender heart, his helpful spirit, his lively sense of humor, coupled with perpetual motion and photographic memory, all brighten our home. I have never met a boy who takes more delight in just being with his family — wherever we are and whatever we do.
My mama often says that God gave us the children He did because through them, He can transform us into the people He intended us to be. Serving their needs, their personalities, their uniqueness help mold our lives into all that our Heavenly Father longs for us to become.
I’ve learned at least a few things through my sweet son. Such as patience. Having a sweeter spirit. Tempering my sarcasm. The currency of earnest praise. Knowing enough to slow down and savor moments with my family before they pass by.
He’s not a perfect angel. And he hasn’t made me into one, either. But I thank God everyday for the privilege of being his mama.
Happy Birthday, sonny! We love you!
Sherry @ No Minimalist Here says
This is the sweetest post! I hope you had a wonderful Mothers Day with Griffin.
Hugs,
Sherry
Sarah S says
I had your mom’s revelation during communion one Sunday morning. I’m not supposed to be the all powerful mom. God didn’t give me children because I was “done” but because it was time to take my game to the next level. This servanthood was meant to transform me, not them. They are my lessons, my study. It has made it easier for me when I’m challenged. I’m not doing something wrong. I’m learning something new. Now for my kids’ sake, I better apply myself to my education.