They Call Me Mama and I am Blessed!

“She speaks with wisdom, and faithful instruction is on her tongue. She watches over the affairs of her household and does not eat the bread of idleness. Her children arise and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praises her: ‘Many women do noble things, but you surpass them all.’ Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting; but a woman who fears the LORD is to be praised.” - Proverbs 31: 25-30

I remember when I first found out I was pregnant and all of the wonderful feelings that stormed through my body, my heart, my soul. Thoughts of excitement and anticipation. Thoughts of wonder and curiosity! How can I contain myself? How can any expectant mother not be in awe of this wonderful creation the Lord is forming in their womb. Who am I to be worthy of such a glorious gift?

Not I Lord. For I am not worthy. Yet, you make me worthy.

Each passing month, week, and day brings more excitement and expectancy to see my child’s face, his eyes, his little feet and toes, as well as the gentle hands that will hold mine. How delightfully trying it is to wait for that day; that day when my child is born.

Now I hold him for the very first time. Dare I stare into his beautiful face and glorious eyes; his tiny little features that bring me so much joy. I scarcely can believe he is mine, as I hold him in my arms.

The nurses come and need to take him for routine tests and such, but how can I part from him when I’ve been waiting for so long to see him, to hold him, to love him even more than the day he was conceived. I shall hardly breathe until he is returned to me. And, every moment I say thank you God for this miraculous gift you have bestowed upon me. May I never take for granted the blessing of being a mom.

May I always treat my children with respect and honor. My I never criticize them, but always encourage and edify them. May I pray for them all day long, as much as I love them when they are close and when they walk out the door. May I cherish their smile and their giggles. And, may I comfort them through their tears, always knowing that you are the One that heals.

One day they learn to roll over from their back to their stomach and from their stomach to their back for the first time, and I am in awe. Then somehow they gain the strength for their very first crawl, until they figure out how to push themselves up. One step becomes two, and walking becomes running. Soon he will fly.

Soon he will fly? And he will have thoughts of his own. He will learn to read and to write. He will learn to do good things, if I set him up toward Your path. That is my job; to plant the seeds. I will teach him Your Word. I will take him to church. I will tell him stories of Jesus glorious birth and how He came to give us life.

Aw, but the first time he calls me “Mommy!” Do I cry or do I laugh? I am so beside myself, filled with the joy that I can’t contain. For I am Mama. I am blessed.

“Children are God’s love-gift; they are heaven’s generous reward.” – Psalm 127:3