There’s not a mother on earth that doesn’t know what I’m talking about. If you don’t, then I believe (my personal belief) that there is something terribly wrong with their psyche. Whether they were born with psychosis or abused to the point that they are unable to love, I have no idea. But I truly don’t think a woman knows true unconditional love until they hold their baby(s) in their arms for the very first time.
As I age, there are a couple things brought to my attention through prayer and discernment.
- True or not, I believe that one of the reasons we as women love our children so much… so unconditionally is because God is giving us a “glimpse” into just how much HE loves us (his children). I say glimpse because we as humans can’t even phantom the love he has for us. There is not one near death experience that I’ve heard or read about, where the person doesn’t say he can’t wait to go back to the other side. Those who “remember” their experience all say that they’re unable to describe it. There are no words in the human dictionary that they can use, to describe the love and beauty God bestows upon us when we are finally on the other side/heaven/home.
The first time I held my children in my arms I cried. I thanked God for such a perfect gift. The love I feel for them (to this day) is also indescribable. The closest I’ve ever come to feeling that love again is when I held my grandchildren in my arms for the first time.
Zephaniah 3:17 The LORD your God is in your midst, a mighty one who will save; he will rejoice over you with gladness; he will quiet you by his love; he will exult over you with loud singing.
What mother doesn’t feel this way about her children? We nurture our children from the minute we hold them. A mother can’t stand to hear them cry, and we are the first ones to gently move them from their crib, and into our arms, so we can sooth them. Like the scripture above, we are always in their midst.
And we as mothers will do whatever we can possibly do to save our children. We will step in front of a truck for them, we will cringe whenever we see them toddling into unknown territory… and we are always one step behind them so we can pull them back into the safety of our arms. When they’re babies we comfort them, when they are teens we try our hardest to shape them into kind, empathetic, loving adults. When they begin walking into the unknown territory of adulthood, and no longer wanting us to be in their shadows, we hold a candle up for them to light their path. We pray, asking God to protect them when we can’t and we worry every second until they are near us again. When they are young adults we experience empty nest syndrome. We as mothers have an EXTREMELY difficult time letting our children fly away from us. We can only hope that we have taught them to become Eagles. Eagles are known to be brave, courageous, beautiful, and honorable. There are 33 verses in the bible about Eagles… there is always important lessons to be learned when the Lord continually brings up subjects in the bible, so its a very important topic to study.
And lastly in the scripture we will exult over them with loud singing. Our hearts swell and rejoice when we hear their laughter, when we see them excelling, and when they overcome the hardships that is not privy to any humans. God does/feels this way about us, but on an even grander scale.
2) … And then we age. We get older. Which leads me to the next area that came to me while praying and discerning. This is something the Lord never taught me until I reached a half century. We nurture our children, only to discover as we age that they begin nurturing us. We ride the storm with them only to discover that the bond between a child and mother will never, ever, ever sink.
A child nurturing their mother takes many forms. It’s a kind word. It’s them coming over to visit you for absolutely no reason. It’s them hugging you and telling you they love you before they walk out the door. It’s them holding the door open for you, it’s them helping you up the stairs, it’s them reminding you of beautiful memories that we shared. It’s them forgiving you for all your faults. It’s them understanding that although you thought you were doing everything correctly, you failed. But they forgive you and still love you.
Yesterday my youngest son told me that after working 15 days straight, he was going to stop in to see me after his 12 hour shift today. That is nurturing a mother. Nurturing is him telling me he’s missing me. Nurturing me is when I asked him if he wanted dinner, and what sounded good to eat? His reply was, “After a 12 hour shift? Heck yeah! And anything you make I like. THAT. IS. NURTURING. That is making a momma hold back some misty tears, because she feels loved.
My oldest son works third shift. So I rarely get to see him when I stop over because he’s sleeping. But I’m always blessed to see my daughter-n-law and grandbabies. I think of Jen as the daughter I never had… and she is the absolute best mother and wife ever. She includes me, she lets me see my grandbabies whenever I want to. She manages 4 kids, and still shows each one of them a special kind of love. A love between a mother and her child is endless, and she’s a perfect example.
But when I bopped over there to pick up my granddaughter before Shawn’s surgery. My son was actually awake and sitting on the couch. When I walked in he said, “Hi Mom!” and had a huge smile on his face. He gave me a hug and peck and told me that him and Gracie (my granddaughter) were just arguing about me. “Arguing?” “Yeah,” he said. “I told her you were my momma, and she said NO, she’s my gwama!” Jen said they had been going back and fourth before I got there. That is my son nurturing me. That is my son showing me he loves me.
Nurturing a mother is when you son picks you up and makes you go to the hospital because you’re in so much pain you’re near hyperventilating. Nurturing is him holding your hand when they’re putting your IV in, even though he hates needles more than anything. Nurturing is when he corrects you about your memories in a loving way because he knows that your brain is being affected from disease.
I really can’t think of a greater gift from God than being able to nurture your children, and in return you find them returning that love. Because the truth is that you will unconditionally love them regardless of whether they return that love or not. But if you’re lucky enough to have your child do the things above, less or more… than you will die living a happy life. Because you heart will most assuredly be full.
As I’ve said before, I believe there is no greater gift then love.
I also believe there is nothing that heals a person more than love.
That’s it. That’s all I got for today, or night… however you want to look at it.
I’m praying for all those hurting and/or in chronic pain and illness. And I’m sending you love, and gentle cyber hugs. God bless each and every one of you.
This blog post is a reflection of a mother and her child and in no way implies that a child and their father do not also have an unconditional bond.