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Sunday, May 9, 2010
MY MOMMY
Ok, so I just blogged about the journey of motherhood for me. Now it's time to brag about my Mommy.
My mom is one of the most amazing women I know. She is strong, determined, kind and caring.
She has given my a Godly heritage that I will pass on to my kids. She taught me to love Jesus by example. I can still see her in her room praying next to her bed. I can hear her singing worship songs as she cleans the house. I can see her Bible, all marked up. I can see her showing love and forgiveness towards others, even those who hurt her.
Being a mom myself now, I truly appreciate all she has done for me. I know I was a thousand times more ornery than my children are, so how she survived raising me is nothing less than a miracle.
I have just as many fun memories of my mom as I do serious ones. I thought I would list a few here.
Playing name that tune.
Hiking up Multnomah Falls with our friends, asking how was she and her friend were able to drag their big bottoms up the hill. (It's a wonder she didn't smack me for that one!)
Going on the roller coasters because Dad was too chicken to take us.
Mom's corny jokes.
Rending the bike cart at seaside.
Mom sledding with us in the back yard.
Happy Mother's Day, mom. I love you!!!
My mom is one of the most amazing women I know. She is strong, determined, kind and caring.
She has given my a Godly heritage that I will pass on to my kids. She taught me to love Jesus by example. I can still see her in her room praying next to her bed. I can hear her singing worship songs as she cleans the house. I can see her Bible, all marked up. I can see her showing love and forgiveness towards others, even those who hurt her.
Being a mom myself now, I truly appreciate all she has done for me. I know I was a thousand times more ornery than my children are, so how she survived raising me is nothing less than a miracle.
I have just as many fun memories of my mom as I do serious ones. I thought I would list a few here.
Playing name that tune.
Hiking up Multnomah Falls with our friends, asking how was she and her friend were able to drag their big bottoms up the hill. (It's a wonder she didn't smack me for that one!)
Going on the roller coasters because Dad was too chicken to take us.
Mom's corny jokes.
Rending the bike cart at seaside.
Mom sledding with us in the back yard.
Happy Mother's Day, mom. I love you!!!
Mom's Day
Six Mother's Days ago, I was three days away from being a mom for the first time. I am not a mom because of natural conception. I am a mom because of God's Divine Design of Adoption. I am a mom because a young woman chose life instead of abortion. I am a mom because that young woman chose me, trusted me to do what she couldn't; raise her baby.
God has a perfect plan and destiny for my two children. He knew that in order to fulfill their destiny they would need the genetic DNA of Her, and the nurturing care of me. From the beginning of time, adoption was ALWAYS His plan for my children, but it took Her making the choice. It took Her making a sacrifice.
I remember the moment I became a mom. The moment my son was born. As the nurses took him away to be cleaned up, I hugged the one who birthed him, both of us crying. She tears of pain, me tears of joy.
Flash forward eighteen months, that some young woman entrusts me once again with her daughter. Eyes full of brokenness, she walks away, knowing that once again she has chosen what is best for her child.
So today, as I reflect on what made me a mom, I am not remembering nine months of physical uncomfortableness or hours of painstaking labor. I am remembering the months of prayer, the months of walking in faith, and months of anticipation. I am remembering a girl who chose life. A girl I will forever be connected to by the two people who made us both Mothers.
Happy Mother's Day M. I love you.
God has a perfect plan and destiny for my two children. He knew that in order to fulfill their destiny they would need the genetic DNA of Her, and the nurturing care of me. From the beginning of time, adoption was ALWAYS His plan for my children, but it took Her making the choice. It took Her making a sacrifice.
I remember the moment I became a mom. The moment my son was born. As the nurses took him away to be cleaned up, I hugged the one who birthed him, both of us crying. She tears of pain, me tears of joy.
Flash forward eighteen months, that some young woman entrusts me once again with her daughter. Eyes full of brokenness, she walks away, knowing that once again she has chosen what is best for her child.
So today, as I reflect on what made me a mom, I am not remembering nine months of physical uncomfortableness or hours of painstaking labor. I am remembering the months of prayer, the months of walking in faith, and months of anticipation. I am remembering a girl who chose life. A girl I will forever be connected to by the two people who made us both Mothers.
Happy Mother's Day M. I love you.
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