A mothers love is impossible. You learn an entirely new dimension to love when you become one.
Each time a baby is born so is love. So is a mom.
Each child has a different mom, because each child is unique and requires it.
So all those articles for “first time” moms are kind of crap….unless you read them with reverence for each consecutive child (or my personal preference, not at all.)
The good moms spend our entire lives, our very existence and all the moments in between simply being mom, and trying to figure out how to be the best mom our child needs.
We err on the side of love, but no matter what they get to grow up.
And some babes yell loud, and early, and late and always. And some prefer silent rebellion. And some mess up early and walk gentle and stubborn, moving mountains in supposed solitude.
And yet, some feel deeply and let anger penetrate and some crave love to the point of idiocy.
And some babes are still little and outright defiant and give literal smacking kisses.
Being a mom is an impossible blessing, they grow up, they mess up, they wear you down.
But if you’ve done it right they have learned…err on the side of love.
So sleep peaceful, weary mommas, knowing you’ve done your all and it was the best and it was good enough.
And if all they learn is love, that’s good enough. It will guide them back. Because a heart ready for love is a heart ready for Christ.