Wednesday, May 13, 2015

A mom's always a mom.

"I was up worrying about you all night." My mom texted me that the other day.
I literally caught pneumonia--probably from all my sleepless nights up with Josie. I felt awful and was having some trouble breathing. But, I really didn't think it was that big of a deal.

My mom didn't see it that way.
And it got me thinking. Mothering never really ends does it?

It doesn't end after your babies start sleeping through the night or after your toddlers stop throwing tantrums. Once your big kids do their homework and chores without asking or when they're off at  college taking care of themselves. It doesn't even end when your kids become parents themselves.

Moms are always moms.
The worrying never ceases and the longing to nurture and help and guide is ever present.

I was reminded of this overwhelmingly when Josie was born and spent time in the NICU. While I was utterly consumed with my newborn and praying for her to get well. My mom and Scott's mom were taking care of us and worrying incessantly about us. They cleaned, cooked, cared for the older kids and worried how we were doing. They asked for prayers from family and friends and lit candles at church. They mothered us.

It was a time of complete reliance on our moms to help us and for that we'll be forever grateful.

Though we don't need our moms every day or as much as we used to, they're a constant presence. And there's comfort knowing they're always there.

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