Sunday, May 13, 2018

Mama Bird

Someone once said that to be a mother is to know what it's like for your heart to walk around outside of your body.

Yeah. Exactly.

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My "hearts" now walk around many miles away from me. (One of them always has.) And while I know that this is the ultimate goal, for all us Mamas... to raise our children up to be independent of us... To help our little birdies fly from the nest... It's not the easiest thing to do.

It's hard.

It's so freaking hard.

We go from being their main source of love and support, their soul provider and nurturer, to just a guide. An example. And in some cases, we may feel like we don't matter any more.  Like they don't need us... or want us.

I've felt this way many times.

But it's not true. It's a LIE straight from the pit of hell.

Do. Not. Believe. It.

I'm in my mid-forties and I need my Mama every single day.  She speaks life into my heart, and she holds me and comforts me when I hurt. Just like she always has. I am but one of her four "hearts" walking around on this earth, yet she does the same for all of us. She pours herself into us, and helps us stand on our own. She is fierce, and protective, and nurturing and kind. We are her world.

Yes, I think I'll take a chapter out of her book.

I'll continue to speak into the hearts of my children, and love them the best I can from afar. I'll support and guide and nurture them with my prayers and my thoughts. I will discover new ways to pour into their lives, and help them in their journey. I"ll make sure that not a day goes by that they don't know that they are, and always have been, my world.

This Mother's Day they are not physically with me, but they never leave me. They are my source of inspiration, my life's breath, my reason for being. These children are precious. They are special. They are MINE.

And while they are walking around out there in this big old world, they are covered with my love, and the love of their Heavenly Father. May they each make indelible footprints for others to follow.

So, to Emilee, Jacob, Sam, and Josh, I say...

Fly, little birdies. Fly!! Soar to the highest of heights. Your Mama loves you all the way to Jesus and back! Though you were once covered and sheltered beneath hers, she will always be the wind beneath your wings!

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