I’ve been thinking lately about the divine role of nurturing (mothering).
I know Mother’s Day can be tricky for some for many reasons.
But the power of nurturing is so incredibly beautiful.
From the dab of hair gel to hold down an unruly cowlick on the boys head in front of me at church a while back…a simple, small thing, but somehow that little dab of gel triggered in my soul the deepest sense of overwhelming gratitude for motherhood.
To think of that mother wrangling all those boys up, out of bed, scooping food into hungry mouths, ironing shirts, finding belts, getting on their eye-level straightening ties, perhaps giving a little pep talk about reverence on the way out the door. And yes, not forgetting to try to tame that little unruly cowlick on the back of her oldest’s head.
To the team mom who mothered my girl at a volleyball tournament this weekend, who got our girls all lined up to wish their moms a Happy Mother’s Day in the middle of a heated volleyball tournament.
To the moms in the throws of trying to figure out how get babies to sleep through the night, those who are dealing with tattling and pushing and biting. To the moms who can’t sleep at night, hearts weighed down deep with worry about teenagers. And young adults they are trying to find the balance on mothering.
We try to shield them from the ugly, the dark, the unknown, yet we try to balance when to let up on our shields and let tough lessons be learned.
It may not be the most glamorous, but in mothering and nurturing others, we are part of something so much bigger than ourselves.
So yes, sometimes Mother’s Day can sometimes be tricky. We sometimes measure ourselves by how our children are doing. We may be yearning for children of our own. We may feel deflated that we are doing it all wrong.
But I hope we can remember that we are, as our young women motto in our church says, “beloved daughter(s) of heavenly parents, with a divine nature and eternal destiny.” Even when it’s dark and we may not see the way out. Even when we are tired and we can’t keep our eyes open. Even when things seem lost. We all have a divine light within us. And even though sometimes it may not feel like it, our children are carrying forth that light.
ANd that is a beautiful thing.
Happy Mother’s Day!