Morning Air Show
Mommy Monday 1/19/15
You won't remember the way I stood in the bathroom late that night in labor with you, fearfully and excitedly gazing up at the moon, knowing I was going to bring you into the world soon and whispering to you, "We can do this."
You won't remember the way you looked at me right after you were born, or the way I pulled you up next to my heart and marveled "Hi, baby" in your ear.
You won't remember the way you healed my broken spirit. The way you completed my heart. I was weak before I had you, and you made me whole again.
You won't remember the way I proudly watched you everywhere we went, you were always the most beautiful boy in the room to me.
You won't remember the way you made me laugh with all of the silly things you did. I saw how kind your heart was.
You won't remember the way I would brush the hair off of your forehead and the way you'd look up at me. Without any words, our souls could touch and say everything to each other that words couldn't.
You won't remember the tickle fests we had, and how I always cheated so I could hold you close and cover your salty little face in kisses.
You won't remember all the times I went to bed at night and felt such fear being your mother: Am I doing okay? Have I messed up too many times already? Can I be the kind of mother he needs?
You won't remember the way my heart broke and grew a little bigger each time you passed a milestone, watching the sand fall through the hourglass while feeling overjoyed witnessing you expand and grow.
You won't remember the way I would hold your little feet in my hands, imagining how much bigger than my own feet they will one day grow, and how I will have to let you go.
You won't remember, but I will... and I'll hold these memories in my heart for the both of us.
A Mother's Prayer
"Precious Heavenly Father,
Give me patience when little hands
tug at me with their many demands.
Give me gentle hugging arms
to help protect them from rebellions harm.
Give me wisdom from above
to teach these little ones of Your love.
Give me strength, Your love not to spare
that they may obey and live under Your care.
Give me a spirit . . . quiet and meek
let my words show kindness as I speak.
Give me the ability to teach from the heart
to help my children learn Your Word from the start.
Give me the words You'd have me say
to teach my children how to pray.
Give me time, special moments to share
that they may know, "Mommy really does care."
Give me hands that work willingly
a steadfast example that I may be.
Give me courage to stand in Your might
to teach my little ones to always do right.
Give me boldness to do all these and more
that I may not be ashamed when I stand at Your door.
My home is filled with toys, has
fingerprints on everything and is
never quiet. My hair is usually a mess
and I’m always tired, but there is
Always LOVE AND LAUGHTER.
In twenty years my children won’t
remember the house or my hair, but
they will REMEMBER the time we
spent together and the LOVE they felt.
If I had my child to raise
All over again,
I’d build self-esteem first,
And the house later.
I’d finger-paint more,
And point the finger less.
I would do less correcting
And more connecting
I’d take my eyes off my watch,
And watch with my eyes
I’d take more hikes
And fly more kites.
I’d stop playing serious,
And seriously play.
I would run through more fields
And gaze at more stars.
I’d do more hugging and less tugging.
Mother Will Love You Anyway The hand that rocks the cradle Also makes the house a home. It is the prayers of a mother That makes the family strong. She rises early in the morning And bathes her day in prayer. Asking God to keep her family Safe in His loving care. A mother communicates her love In a thousand different ways. It shows in everything she does And in everything she says. A mother will stand by you Regardless of what you do or say. She’ll be there to dry your tears And guide you along the way. Mothers set a good example Of love, faith and prayer. When there is a need of any kind You’ll always find mother there. A mother loves you completely And makes it known each day. She never gives up on her child And she will love you anyway.
~ Lenora McWhorter ~