My day-old child lay in my arms.
With my lips against his ear
I whispered strongly, "How I wish -
I wish that you could hear.
"I've a hundred wonderful things to say
(A tiny cough and a nod)
Hurry, hurry, hurry, and grow
So I can tell you about God."
My day-old baby's mouth was still
And my words only tickled his ear.
But a kind of a light passed through his eyes
And I saw this thought appear:
"How I wish I had a voice and words;
I've a hundred things to say.
Before I forget I'd tell you of God -
I left Him yesterday."
-Carol Lynn Pearson
In thinking about what kind of Mother's Day post I wanted to write, I thought about doing something serious. You know, talking about how wonderful it is to be a mother and the fierce love I have for my children.
Then I thought I'd scrap that idea and do something funny. Kind of like a Top Ten list of "You Know You're a Mom When...." My number #1 would probably be being shat on and not flinching.
And then, earlier today, I came across a book that my mother-in-law had bought for me when I was pregnant with my first child. When I flipped through its pages back then and read its poetry, I thought the writing was beautiful, but it didn't quite resonate with me....yet.
I've read "Day-Old Child" by Carol Lynn Pearson many times since (it sits on my daughter's bookshelf). The words, of course, affect me on a far deeper level than they did with my pregnant self. The particular poem, above, is my favourite from the book.
To say that a child is a gift from God and a complete blessing is an understatement. I'm a firm believer that God chooses the children we have. Their perfect little souls. Their lives matched with ours.
I was meant to be Katherine and Jack's mom. They were meant to be my children. We were put together on this earth. That, I know.
Happy Mother's Day to all the beautiful, tireless, incredible moms.