I saw this post on an email feed that I subscribe to and I just love it. It says so much as our role as mothers. I hope you enjoy it just as I have reading it.
So God Made A Mother by Ann Voskampe
May 12, 2013
Because God needed someone to love the least and the little into real whole people, and He knew that to love is to suffer…
So God Made A Mother.
God had said I need someone to get up at midnight and scoop the most fragile of humanity close to her warmth and rock though she can hardly stand and nourish though she’s mostly sleep-starved and change the diaper and the sheets and the leaked on, leaked through, and leaked down clothes though she’ll have to change them in the morning and next week and that won’t change for years.
So God Made A Mother.
That God had said I need somebody with a strong heart.
Strong enough for toddler tantrums and teenage testing, yet broken enough to fall on her knees and pray, pray, pray.
Someone who knows that in every hard place is exactly where you extend grace, who looks a hopeful child in the eye and says yes, even though, she knows behind most yeses waits a mess.
So God Made A Mother.
God said I need somebody who can shape a soul and find shoes on Sunday mornings and get grass stains out of Levis.
And make dinner out of nothing and do it again 79, 678 more times, and keep kids off the road and out of the toilet and in clean underwear and mainly alive though she’s mainly losing her mind and will put in an 80 hour week by Wednesday night and still do one more load of laundry.
And one more sink of crusted burnt pots.
And keep on going another eighty hours because raising generations matters and weaving families matters and tying heart strings matters and these people here in hidden places matter.
It had to be somebody who could comb back pigtails and tie up skates just-right tight.
Who could pretend she remembered algebra and how to get home from here and that she really is just fine, it must be the onions making her cry.
Somebody who would run for the catch, jump on a trampoline and play one fierce game of soccer. Somebody who’d stay up late with a science project that never ends, who’d get up early for the game in the rain, somebody who’d wave at the door until the taillights were out of sight and still be smiling brave.
So God Made A Mother.
It had to be
somebody willing to keep loving when it made no sense because that’s what love does.
Somebody who knew that life is not an emergency but a gift, so just. slow. down.
There are children at play here and we don’t want anyone to get hurt and the hurry makes us hurt.
Somebody willing to feed and lead, lay down her life and pick up her cross, give of her time because they have her heart. Someone who knows that we all blow it — and what matters is what we then do after.
Someone who would live like a Giving Tree — who would give grace, give life, and give thanks — Someone who would live it a thousand times:Someone who would pour out and bend down and surrender not only to the physical pain of childbirth but the far deeper, unending heart pain of letting go, letting go, letting go – from the womb, from the arms, from the front door. Someone who would know that umbilical cords can be cut — but heart strings never can.
So God Made A Mother
