Posts tagged ‘Love’

December 14, 2011

Your Rod and Staff Comfort Me

Over the past few months, we’ve heard a lot of tough news in our circles. Friends have lost a mother, a grandmother, a grandfather, and just yesterday we learned that friends of friends lost their two-year-old son. He went to sleep Sunday night and didn’t wake up Monday morning. What grief, what pain.

 

As we remember these families in our rosary each evening, I am struck by how fleeting life can be, how quickly it can end. Since Jacob was born, this sort of news, and the idea of our family without John or Jacob—or me—can frighten me so much I am almost paralyzed. We need to make the most of every moment. Should I have been cross with Jacob when he didn’t listen earlier? Should I have spent the afternoon working and only occasionally reading to or playing with him?  Was it really more important that dinner was made than that I gave Jacob an extra eight million hugs?

 

But living lodged in fear that way means not living at all. Jacob needs to be disciplined, because we have the hope of his living a long and happy life. I need to do my work, because I have been blessed with a fruitful business and it is my responsibility to help it to grow. And let’s be honest, we need to eat.

 

When I think of someone ill or passing, I can’t help but think of the moment that person was born and the moments that person’s children were born, if they were a parent, too. How little we can think of the end of life when it is so new, and rightfully so, of course. But when you have the perspective to look back on a whole life like that—wow. It brings you to your knees.

 

In considering this and reflecting on what the season of Advent means during a walk around the park yesterday, I could only think of how much more I need to live the joy in my life. Being mired in the fear of what could happen, what someday will happen, means not being truly grateful for what is before me, in my home, in my arms, in my heart.

 

To make that more tangible for me, the other side of the coin is making itself known in our prayer intentions as well. Our list of families who are expecting children is approaching the status of litany.  And while this is no comfort for those who have lost loved ones recently, there is a very important breed of hope embedded in there.

 

A couple of lines from a hymn have stuck with me this Advent: “How silent all rebellion! / How loud the angels’ praise!” In the end, there is God and there is love, and all the rest will pass away, so I’d better praise what is worth being praised every chance I get.

 

If you’re interested in helping out the family who lost their little boy, here’s a link to a fundraising effort through the end of the year: http://www.giveforward.com/charliesway

November 10, 2011

Hug Hummer

My very favorite thing that babies/toddlers do is give people things. I love when Jacob—or any baby—hands me whatever it is he’s got in his hand, whether it’s a crumpled, dry leaf or the credit card he’s just taken out of my wallet, whether he’s been carrying it around for half an hour or just picked it up, whether he wants me to keep it or intends to get in back in about four seconds. I just love that feeling of being chosen, like I’m in the inner circle.

 

So what does this have to do with this post? Not much. I just wanted to tell you that.

 

My number two favorite thing babies/toddlers do is give hugs, especially on command, and especially to stuffed animals. Jacob just started doing this a few days ago. So far the lucky recipients have been mostly dogs (“Da! Da-dee!” = “Dog! Doggie!”). His hug is an arm around the toy that brings it close to his face, and then he leans his head on it.

 

Sometimes, when he’s really feeling the love, he completes it with a contented little hum, like I do when I hug him. I know he’s my kid, so I’m biased, but let’s be honest. So. Darn. Cute.

 

He’s also started to hum along when we sing to him before he goes to bed. Sigh.

 

The little man may not use too many “words” proper yet, but he sure knows how to communicate his love.

 

October 20, 2011

My Kind of Motherhood

In an effort to find this great article on motherhood the other day, I came across a couple of other articles that were, to say the least, not so inspiring.

 

Apparently being a mom can be boring and many mothers admit being lonelier than they’d ever been in their children’s first years.

 

And?

 

Motherhood is not supposed to be entertaining all the time. Sure, shame on the media for perpetuating that image, but greater shame on those who believed it. As grown women, this generation should be able to tell the difference between real life and drama.

 

To avoid any risk of sounding hypocritical, I realize that I write a blog about motherhood and what it means to me. But the truth that I hope is at the heart of every post I write is that this is not about me.  It’s about these boys:

 

I didn’t leave my dream job so I could take walks in the park every day. I don’t change diapers for the fun of it. I perform these large and small acts of service because they benefit someone else. I do these things because I am called to love, and sacrifice is what it means to love.

 

What office job doesn’t have boring tasks? What career doesn’t have some unhappier moments? Really, what reward is truly worth it if there isn’t some struggle along the way?

 

It shouldn’t be news that motherhood can be boring and it can get lonely. What’s newsworthy are the mothers who accept these tasks and these changes to their identities with full hearts, with faith in a plan greater than their own, and with hope that they are participating in something genuinely worthwhile.

 

That’s the kind of mother I’m striving to be.

 

Okay, rant over.

 

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