I remember being in high school and I had to take a health class. You know the one where you had to carry around an egg for a week to see if you can take care of a baby. One class, I remember had to carry a doll baby that cried every time you put it down. That was brutal to watch my friends do that. Well, you just read about all the training I had to be a mother. Yes, that is right, I had “egg training” for a week.
No one really “teaches” us how to be moms, what all the rules are. Same with marriage, but that is for another blog 🙂
Tony and I were only married one year and we found out he had cancer. He was going to be ok, but we weren’t sure after the surgeries if we would be able to have our own children. So one day about 4 years later when my body started to change drastically I thought, “it can’t be!” Well God had a plan to let me conceive a child, our first daughter Chelsea was born just after our 5th year anniversary. What a miracle she was.
We drove away from the hospital with this precious baby, driving about 10 miles an hour. My husband and I looked at one another and said, “they think we can do this on our own?”. We were scared. No one really told us all the rules. What if we mess up? I’m sure we made mistakes, but my beautiful girl is now nearly 21 and doing great.
Then about 6 years later came my second child Charlie. As God made my daughter unique so did he make Charlie unique. I felt I struggled with my daughter who did everything so easily, for the most part, all things on target. I took for granted so many things with her. He had challenges from the start at 3 weeks old, hospitalized several times. I had no rules for when my child stops breathing due to asthma. I had no manual. I did my best. I had no manual on how to help him talk at 3 when he couldn’t say a word. There was no manual to tell me what to do when he would scream for hours with his hands over his ears. I had no manual when other adults would stare at us in the store when he was screaming and we didn’t know why.
I continue to do my best. I am not perfect. Who guides me? God guides me. God gives me His manual, the Bible, His Word to guide me.
There was a time, years ago that I didn’t think I would have my own children. When both my daughter and son came I did my best. God has given me these children, no matter the struggle to honor Him. God gave me these children to be lights for Him. With Charlie’s struggles, on more than one occasion we have been able to witness for Christ through those struggles. It hasn’t been easy, but God always carries us through. He guides me as I pray to Him and ask for his strength. I want others to look at me as a mother to my children and see God’s light and His love. Still working on the patience Lord.
As a mother comforts her child, so will I comfort you;
and you will be comforted over Jerusalem. Isaiah 66:13
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