I would imagine that fatherhood is as well...but I am not experienced in fatherhood. Only motherhood.
Tomorrow my firstborn will be a teenager.
In just a few hours, thirteen years ago, I would go into labor.
And by 6:55 am, after hours of not even being sure if there was even a baby "in there," I met my beautiful Shianne Beth, and became a mother.
Thirteen years ago.
Motherhood is strange. Strange in that, while I would love for time to freeze so that I could savor every age, every stage, every moment...
...still I rejoice with them in every new stage and moment.
Where I would ne'er have them stop growing, where I want with all my heart for them to grow into strong, responsible, loving, caring adults who put God first in their lives...
...yet I long to see them as little babies. As toddlers. As preschoolers. To once again hold them during those times. Those of my children with whom I got to have a front row seat at those stages, and especially those of my children of whom I missed those stages.
Eagerly awaiting the future, yet longing for the past.
That is motherhood.
And what do I need to take from this life of motherhood? To be thankful to God for the gift of it, and to savor every moment. The present.
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"Deliriously strange and wonderful." ... What a perfect summation of motherhood. ;)
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