I have always admired mums—how they care for their children, put others before themselves and give unconditional love—yet I never fully understood the magnitude of the role until I became one myself.
Mothers then shone even more brightly to me. I admired them greatly—and still do—but something had changed. They had become, in my eyes, heroes!
Now, men, please don’t misunderstand me, I love and appreciate men and think fathers are amazing and incredibly important, but this is a time to stop and appreciate the women in our lives, the mothers we have, or know or who may be the mother of our children.
Being a mum is a rollercoaster ride filled with immense highs and at times intense lows. It has been for me the most amazing experience as my heart has felt a love like no other for my child, while at other times I have felt extreme frustration and annoyance toward this same little person!
Train up a child in the way he should go
Proverbs chapter 22, verse 6 says:
‘Train up a child in the way he should go, and when he is old he will not depart from it.’
There is nothing more I desire than for my son to grow up loving the Lord, learning from him and serving him. I am fairly new to motherhood and acknowledge there is a long way to go, but have already experienced the fact that disciplining and loving and raising your child can be tough at times.
I am thankful I have a wonderful support network—my husband and extended family and friends—but a lot of the time my child is with me and learning from me.
And yet I am just one person, a flawed human who relies on God’s strength to shine in my weaknesses. And I believe God sees the one, you and me, and in us he sees his own beautiful child. If we love our earthly children as much as we do, how can we possibly comprehend how much our heavenly father must love us?!
1 John chapter 3, verse 1a says:
‘See what great love the Father has lavished on us, that we should be called children of God!’
To the beautiful mothers, this is a love poem from our Heavenly Father to you. If you at times feel invisible, overwhelmed, overlooked, ordinary or a little lost, I pray this poem will be an encouragement to you.
Beautiful daughter, can you see
just how extraordinary you are to me?
Extra-ordinary? Wait, who, me?
How do you know, how could this be?
Beautiful princess, your love shines bright,
continue to look to me, your true source of light.
But what if I trip, stumble or fall?
Never you mind, I’ll help you stand tall.
Beautiful woman, you are one of a kind,
your true inner beauty is rare to find.
But I am the wrong colour in this world of bright hues.
You are the perfect shade, for my purpose in you.
Beautiful mother, you’re clothed in dignity,
trust me, I’m creating your own tapestry.
But I can be a mess who collapses and fails.
That was all taken care of when my hands took the nails.
Beautiful one, radiate your colour,
as a daughter, princess, woman and mother.
I am your creator, I make and I mend,
You are my beloved and precious friend.
Jo Fuller is a primary school teacher with degrees in journalism and education. She currently lives on the Sunshine Coast with her husband and young son.
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