I am not a “baby person”. When my friends have a baby, I go to the hospital, high five my friend, and compliment the baby. I squirt the germ-X cause it’s smart…not cause I want my turn at holding the baby.
It’s a wonder I made it through the baby years with our kids:
But I do LOVE kids. I love small kids, big kids, and old kids. Kids are fun! And kids need a good Momma. When I was pregnant, I wasn’t afraid of labor or my feet swelling. I wasn’t even that worried about all of the “what if’s” my nurse mommas always feared. I was worried that I was not going to be sufficient enough for this new life. You see, my momma is perfect. Okay, maybe not, but to me, she is. As a little kid, she knew everything. As a big kid, she knows everything. (My dad agrees!) She’s wise, selfless, noble, loving, outgoing, daring, fun. How could I be all of this for my little nugget?
Go to Proverbs 31.
“She is clothed in strength and dignity, and she laughs without fear of the future.”
“She is strong.”
“She is worth more than rubies.”
“An excellent wife.”
“She brings her food from afar” (All good women step foot into Walmart without complaining.)
“She opens her mouth of wisdom, the teaching of kindness is on her tongue.”
The virtuous Proverbs 31 woman is the key to being a good Momma. It’s the rubric. If you’re not a Momma to your own offspring, somebody’s kids are looking at you for your example. I come from a long line of virtuous women.
Some have gone to their reward already. This Mother’s Day weekend, I reflect on the power, strength, love and example I’ve been given.
Happy Mother’s Day!
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