I like to think of myself as Mama Bear. Perhaps that is an understatement too. I am extremely protective of our children.
I know it’s easier said than done, but the mama bear in me strongly believes that I would take any kind of punch for these babies of mine.
This week our little guy will be 8. He made me a mama for the first time. I am a mama because of my two munchkins and I absolutely pride myself in that fact.
If I am asked what I do, I will say I mother our babies. That is my joyful job this season of my life and I am very thankful for it and more;
I am thankful that our babies have an honest prayer; a Mama’s prayer for them as seasons go by. I long to pray for these munchkins until my last breathe
I am verythankful that our babies have me to call mama
I am thankful that our babies can count on endless mama bear hugs.
I am thankful that our babies can count on kisses only a mother could give
I am thankful that our babies can count on my tears if they ever needed me to cry with them. I still cry even when uncalled for.
I am thankful that our babies have a friend in me to talk to whenever they please. Yes, I already have those mother/child talk when I am using the bathroom. A child just knows the perfect time for a conversation with mama. Only with mama can that happen.
I am thankful that our babies can count on endless back rubs even when this old lady of theirs is exhausted. Selfless giving that never runs out.
I am thankful that our babies have a mother to throw a silly joke at and then another.
I am thankful that our babies have a perfect spot they can never outgrow as long as I am alive; Mama’s arms.
I could go and on for seasons. I am blessed, I have been blessed with the gift of life to pour into our children. I am overwhelmed with joy for this gift and also for our munchkins. And I pray that God will daily guide me on how to best love them.
I pray that in the end, my love for them will be a memory worth keeping/holding even long after I am gone someday.
I pray that my pouring into our children will show for generations to come in our family.
But most importantly, I pray that by loving out children, they will come to understand the one who loves them way more than I will ever love them.
“Motherhood has brought me a kind of joy I could never describe. It has granted me the gift to know the beauty in having a mother; this I see daily in my children’s eyes. There is no question, they know that they are precious, they matter and are safe.”