A Mothers Strength

There are so many different parenting styles. Some parent based on belief, like our family. Some do what their parents did. Some go with their gut. Some research and see what methods have worked for others in the past. There are so many parents out there that are doing what they feel is the best thing for their children. Every parent who loves their child is going to do what they believe is best. I will never know the strength of someone who decides that their best is to give their child away.

I have a friend who does foster care. She is a believer and she and her husband prayerfully made the decision not to outright adopt like our family has chosen, but to foster until they find their little boy baby to add to their family. They have taken children into their home and they have a little boy there now that has become part of their family. He is deeply loved by his momma, his daddy and his sisters. They are all he has ever known. They have rocked him to sleep, stayed up nights, fed him his first mouthful of cereal, prayed over him. His biological parents have not yet made the choice to sign the papers to allow my friend to adopt. I will never know the strength it takes to live every day, loving unconditionally a baby that is not mine, not knowing if the baby I love just as much as a child I gave birth to will be taken from the only home he knows.

In order to be a mother you have to be strong. I know mothers who have waited through many many miscarriages, finally having a healthy pregnancy, a healthy baby. I know a mother who raised her son all the way to adulthood, only to have him pass away in a motorcycle accident, in the arms of his twin. I have seen a mother squint at her food stamps to make sure she is getting what it says, not what she wants, and then turn to her baby boys in her shopping cart and give them a huge smile and a tickle.

I don't know how strong I am. I don't know if I would have the strength to give up my child, smile when there wasn't enough food on the table. I try to be strong every day just going through the usual routine that is a house with 6 kids. I pray to yell less and cuddle more. I pray to have enough energy to get up at 6:00 after being up for 3 hours at night with a sick child, play and work all day, and then still have enough energy to make my husband his dinner before I relax for the night. I pray for peace. I pray for their futures. I pray that they will be strong moms and dads, like all the moms and dads I see around me every day.

Be-Attitudes for Mothers

 

Blessed are the Mothers who love God, for their children shall
not be ignorant of their Creator and His plans concerning them.

 

Blessed are the Mothers who love the word of God, for their
children shall know of the way, the truth and the life.

 

Blessed are the Mothers who love the house of God, for their
children shall enter there and sit with them in the presence of God.

 

Blessed are the Mothers who love to pray, for their children
shall feel the power of prayer and many shall find salvation.

 

Blessed are the Mothers who love to give to the cause of Christ,
for their children shall become supporters of the Kingdom of God.

 

Blessed are the Mothers who love the family altar, for they
shall have their reward in this world and in the world to come.

 

Blessed are the Mothers who love to speak kind words to their
neighbor's children, for thereby they shall win
other boys and girls besides their own to Jesus Christ.

 

Blessed are the Mothers who love to be companions to their
children, for they shall be called understanding Mothers.

 

Blessed are the Mothers who love to fight life's battles
bravely with a strong and steadfast faith in God, for their
children shall know where to find strength in time of need.

 

Blessed are the Mothers who, when they are old and gray,
can look back upon memory's wall with no regret and can say,
"I brought my children up in the fear of the Lord."
Theirs are the mansions in glory.

Author uknown, http://www.crossroad.to/Victory/poems/mother-prayer.htm