The Gift of Motherhood
The boys are sleeping, snuggled in their beds with dreams of planes, trains and race cars. The husband is traveling, worlds apart from his family and home. The woman is sitting...alone...just sitting...
A day began, a day ended. Somewhere in between words were spoken, things happened, time passed... and the woman ponders a blur of events, a heart full of memories. Did she mother? Did she? She searches the bottomless gut of her soul, but she is unsure of the answer. Did she mother?
She remembers ducking the objects that flew, ignoring the words that hurt, dodging the punches that came. She remembers the small body that trembled, the eyes that pleaded, the mind that anguished, the arms that reached. But did she mother?
She remembers stretching the limbs of constriction, hearing the cries of frustration, lifting the body that stumbled. She remembers the hands that tried, the thoughts that withered, the feet that faltered, the arms that reached. But did she mother?
She remembers stroking the face that ignored, asking the unanswered questions, explaining the readily known. She remembers the lips that mumbled, the being that recoiled, the stare that withheld, the arms that did not reach. But did she mother?
She remembers caressing the babies that came, loving each new life, accepting the responsible role. She remembers the joy that consumed, the purpose that revealed, the spirit that encompassed, the arms that received.
She remembers...God gave her the gift of motherhood.
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Happy Mothers Day
A blog blast -What Makes You A Mother- at The Parent Bloggers Network in honor of the launching of Light Iris
