I thought about this as I watched my daughter sleep this weekend. I let my tears slip down my cheeks. I asked God as I often do, why did I get so lucky? What did I do to deserve something so beautiful as becoming a mother? Maybe the Lord knows better than I do, maybe I wouldn’t have endured the way my great aunt did? I know that I’m not perfect. But I pray that God knows how indebted I feel, that I got to feel the kicks, the heartburn, the back pain, the swollen feet and the itty bitty hiccups. I thank Him for the runny noses, the toes stubbed on Little People, the sleepless nights, the lullabies, the little kisses, the Potty Dances and even the bribery. Because ultimately it means that I get to be a mother, and I am forever grateful for the Gift.
In Memory of Effie. 1916-2008.