I was made for all my joy. I was made for all my sorrow. I was made for everything in between.
I never knew I wanted to be a mother. When I was pregnant with my first I was scared and convinced I would fail. The day she was born and nearly everyday since, I’ve thanked God that he gave me the gift of motherhood. Being a mother might be the single thing that makes me feel most loved. I’m not talking about my child’s love for me. I mean God’s overwhelming love for me. Being a mom to my children is such a personal experience and knowing that God gave me my children and made me their mom, makes me feel very well known, very believed in, chosen, and loved.
I wasn’t made to be just anyone’s mom. I was made to be their mom. God made me specifically for it. I know it.
Physically, he made me for it. I am 6 feet tall and I have an athletic build. I played sports all of my life thinking and being encouraged to so because I looked like an athlete. Much to my dismay and probably to that of many a coach, I was mediocre at any sport. A kicker though, is that I was very strong. In college I could bench my weight and squat twice my weight. If you think that made the shot put go any further though, you are as mistaken as I was.
Now it makes perfect sense. I have three sons with Duchenne Muscular Dystrophy. They are growing weaker when the rest of the children grow stronger. I am their legs when they can’t walk, I am their elevator when the stairs are too steep. I am the lift that gets their mobility scooters into the back of the van. I am strong enough to do all of that. God made me strong, not for sports, but for the children he would someday give me.
I am tall and long. When a double door entrance is not accessible I can hold both doors open at the same time so that my boys can ride their scooters through. I can push a stroller in one arm and hold a baby in the other. My hands are as big as I’ve ever seen on a woman. I can hold more that one hand at time. I can grasp three little hands in one to guide my littles through a busy parking lot and hold the hands of three brave little boys all at once as we wait in line for a blood draw.
Emotionally, God made me for it. I grew up in and out of foster homes. I weathered a lot of storms. I learned how to continue to live life and strive for better despite the challenges in the obstacle course of life. God prepared me for the pain and grief of having children with a fatal disease. When they were diagnosed I remembered how to live life and strive for better despite the challenges and now I can show my children how. God made me resilient for the children he would someday give me.
Spiritually, God made me for it. I remember several experiences from early in life, when i very strongly felt his presence protecting me. Even during periods of my life when I wanted to be left alone, I remembered that feeling. And know, I look for it. I see it in my day to day and it strengthens me. God gave me faith, for the mountains I will move for the children he gave me.
God made me for it in other ways. I have master’s degree that virtually goes unused as I am unemployed and would very happily like to stay that way. I only started it because it was free through my employment at the time. I was so quiet. It was the foster kid in me that hated to draw any unnecessary attention to myself. I hated to be in front of people.
In that masters program there was a professor that would not allow us to sit and answer a question and for so many projects we had to get up in front of the class. I became very comfortable in front of people. I’m an advocate for my children now. I talk about Duchenne everywhere I go. In front of large groups, in front of students, last month I had audience with my United States representative and two US Senators. I’ve talked in front of the FDA for my boys. God made me an advocate the children he gave me.
I learned, I’m still learning that when something goes wrong, not to ask “Why Me?” Instead, I want to ask, I try to ask, “How have you prepared me for this?” And I’ve learned that sometimes he has prepared me by blessing me with a skill or a strength He knew I would need. Sometimes, it is person put in my life for that exact moment in my life. Sometimes, there is no answer and then I have to find the courage and faith to just trust that God made me for this.
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We are blessed that you are the mother of our grandchildren and the wife of our son. God love you!
Thank you for your beautiful writing. It strengthens my own faith.