I can hear us say, “how can we love so much someone that we haven’t even met?” Or perhaps why do we long so deeply to meet you? Deep is our wound because once we get it, it never goes away. It is an honor to carry, because it bears all of our pain. Honorable is his name, and Valiant is her name.
No one would ever fully comprehend the magnitude of love a parent gives to their children in the purest of form. The Father not only created a garden for his children to live on, but also gave them the gift to bear their own ‘The Miracle of Birth.’
As the youngest of my siblings, I wished for another baby at home. I wanted someone to care for, to dress, to play with, someone to teach, someone little to love. Since he wasn’t in my parents’ plans I had calculated that if I married by 25 I could bear all of my three children by 30, just like my mom. So I picked their genders and even their names.
It’s amazing how much a woman can desire to have children. The wound ‘desired birth’ can be in a woman’s life from childhood. I learned that we can see perfection in our child’s eyes. I learned that a mother won’t give up on her child even when the child gives up on her. The desire to bear children only exaggerates with time. I am 31 now but not hopeless, I still dream that someday I may carry my own children and play with them, and teach them of their Heavenly Father. And if I don’t carry any of my own, I will still consider that God can bring someone else for me to raise, be it here or in heaven!
This text is dedicated to my mom, Olivia, who has passed down her love for children to me and now enjoys three more bundles of joy from my brother, her three funny, cute grandchildren!
Happy Mother’s Day, May God bless your mom, the mother of your children, or whichever mom you may be associated with. I praise God for making us women, and giving us the desire to love unconditionally! And praise God for the men who have or will fight for an everlasting joy with us, the love of our dear Father!
Tapia 