As a woman, there are times we think we have it so hard. There are so many physical discomforts and inconveniences we have to face. There are all those emotional whirlwinds and roller-coasters. So, we complain. We forget about our men who quietly go to work every day without complaining. I have a man like that; he goes to work every day, getting up in the dark and returning home to the dark, after a long commute. He doesn’t complain. He is greeted frequently by a messy house, a wife trying to get supper ready, a fussy baby, fighting kids, NOISE! He doesn’t complain. He takes the fussy baby and changes her. “Dives” right into restoring peace between the boys, gives his wife a hug and kiss, and then finally changes from his dress clothes to comfortable wear. That’s my man! I know; I do have it so good!
As a woman though I can focus on the discomforts and inconveniences, or I can focus rather on all the blessings and miracles of motherhood.
How incredible it is to feel new life growing within. Amazement! A tender little life being shaped within my body, nurtured by my body. Tenderness and awe feel my senses as I gently caress my belly and speak loving words to a child growing within yet unseen. What a miracle this thing called life is! A miracle to think that within my body can grow a new and separate life!
Then the day comes when labor pains hit. Anguish and waves of pain roll over my body. My body works to bring new life into the world. Agony gives way to exhilaration. I hold a new life within my arms. I gaze in wonder at each perfect little finger and toe. I run my finger gently over my baby’s downy head. The wonder of motherhood!
There follow the sleepless nights and soreness. Even in that, I am filled with delight as I hold someone so tiny and yet so amazingly “perfect” in my arms! I am in love!
Soon my little one begins to reach her hands to touch my face. She gazes in wonder at me — even if another is holding her. She loves me too!
Each day as I repeatedly nurse her, I can only describe it as exquisite and precious. What wonder it is to cradle my babe within my arms, to hear her suck and know that my body is once again supporting her life! What delight it is to watch a drop of milk roll down her cheek as she pulls off to look up at me and gives me a smile that can only be described as pure joy. My heart melts as she cuddles against me and tries to hug me. Laughter bubbles over as she giggles while I tickle her. Gentle love warms me as I run my finger across her plump cheek. Thankfulness fills my heart as I watch her look of complete delight as her daddy cups her face in the palm of his hand. How she loves him! How he loves her!
What a miracle it is to be a mother! What a miracle it is to be a father! Such tender gifts we have been given.