When two kids tell you that within days of each other, you start to wonder.

Me: Well, you can call me Mama Andrea.
Fi: No, I wish you were my mother.
Me: I can be your Auntie…

When two kids tell you that within days of each other, you start to wonder.

Me: Well, you can call me Mama Andrea.
Fi: No, I wish you were my mother.
Me: I can be your Auntie…

Then realizing she meant it, I try to acknowledge her words.

Me: Why is it you wish I was your mom?
Fi: Because you are beautiful and good.

Wow.

Those words catch me off guard.

Mommy is synonymous with love; unconditional, hug-you-close, bandage-your-skinned-knees, love-you-at-your-worst, tuck-you-in-every-night-with-pretend-stories kind of love.

This is a huge compliment, yet it makes me uncomfortable. These are kids that have moms. Yet they have experienced loss, abuse, brokenness.

So I contemplated some thoughts on motherhood: 

The loveliest masterpiece of the heart of God is the love of a Mother.
-St. Therese of Lisieux

 Before you were conceived, I wanted you.
Before you were born, I loved you.
Before you were an hour, I would die for you.
This is the miracle of life.
-Maureen Hawkins

“Becoming a mother makes you the mother of all children. From now on each wounded, abandoned, frightened child is yours. You live in the suffering mothers of every race and creed and weep with them. You long to comfort all who are desolate.”
– Charlotte Gray

As I watched 13-year-old G. walk away that day, tears filled my eyes. Who am I to have had such a loving, affectionate, strong mother? Who are my kids to have this life with a stable, loving family?

Tonight as you put your head on your pillow, whisper words of Gratitude to God who gives us Mothers. And Mothers, never take for granted the incredible power to shape hearts with your love..

 

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