As a mother, I look at my beautiful children and marvel over the fact that these living, breathing, growing beings came from my body. I helped to create them and my body nurtured them and protected them until they were ready to be born to this world. The feeling that comes from this knowledge is indescribable. There simply are not words sufficient enough to even attempt a description.
As my children have grown, I have done my best to help them through their sorrows, shared in their triumphs, and tried to protect them when possible. Every moment has been a lesson and a blessing to me. These precious souls have given my life a different meaning and purpose. A better purpose than I ever dreamed could be possible. Never have I felt anything close to the love that I hold in my heart for these two boys.
Mother's Day is upon us, and I can not help but to reflect on the day I became a mother. The feelings that came to me the first moment I laid my eyes on the most perfect creature I have ever seen. The joy of taking that precious baby home with me. The very first Mother's Day, when I was hit all over again with joy at realizing I was now someones mother.
My children are still young, and I look forward to the future. I pray that all of my children's ambitions are achieved, and that they each experience no more pain than is necessary in this life. Thank you, God, for the blessings you have seen fit to give me in my children. I will cherish each and every moment of the gift of motherhood.
Friday, May 10, 2013
Wednesday, May 8, 2013
Life in Death
Outside my window there is a dead pine tree. The few needles left on the tree are brown, and the pine cones never grew to full size. Uncertain of what may have killed the tree, I speculate that it has been invaded by some kind of insect. Although the tree is no longer living, birds still perch here. They continue to sing their mating songs in the spring, and chirp their goodbyes in the fall.
Woodpeckers still peck at the bark in search of a careless insect or two. Squirrels run up and down the trunk, jumping between the branches as they chase each other in play. Every winter the snow covers the branches. When the sun comes up the snow glitters like a thousand diamonds so bright you can barely look upon it's brilliance. Then spring comes again, and life returns to the tree once again.
I am amazed that even though the trees life has left this world it still provides so much to the living creatures still here. When I leave from this world I hope the mark I leave behind will be important for generations to come, like the tree outside my window.
Woodpeckers still peck at the bark in search of a careless insect or two. Squirrels run up and down the trunk, jumping between the branches as they chase each other in play. Every winter the snow covers the branches. When the sun comes up the snow glitters like a thousand diamonds so bright you can barely look upon it's brilliance. Then spring comes again, and life returns to the tree once again.
I am amazed that even though the trees life has left this world it still provides so much to the living creatures still here. When I leave from this world I hope the mark I leave behind will be important for generations to come, like the tree outside my window.