My Mom with three of her ten!
Sweet Michelle-- I'm so glad I finally live close enough to spend time with her! She truly is A-MAZING!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!
This morning my sweet mother-in-law sent me an email that made me sit down and think about some of the hardships, heartaches, and successes of motherhood. I felt impressed to share the following experience with you now:
We have been sick in our house for about two weeks now. Makani always having the worst of it. She is completely bipolar when sick: an angel one minute and something "less nice" the next. It has definitely caused some frustration and praying for patience. Yesterday, Makani had her 2 year old check up. Christopher had to work, so I took both kids by myself (which I am pretty comfortable doing these days). Yet, as soon as we walked in the door of the clinic, Makani began to cry and run outside (she was just here two weeks ago when we discovered she had "hand, foot, and mouth" disease). The whole experience is so traumatic for me. Makani screams every time a nurse or doctor enters the room. She clings to me with strength I didn't know a two year old could possess. She looks at me to help her like her life depends on it. She kept asking if we could put her shoes back on and go home. The doctor could not even get her to open her eyes to look at him. Her body was as tight as a clenched fist. Her sobs were heart wrenching. I felt like she was going to hate me, and it hurt. It hurt so bad. What would she do when they brought in the needle? Would she hate me and run to her father, the hero? Regardless, it was just a check up, she needed to be there. It was good for her. As a mother, I have to do what is right for her. My love allows me to watch the trauma, so she can be healthy and strong. It was a small glimpse into the sacrifice of our Heavenly Parents who watched the agony of their precious and perfect son, Jesus Christ. My experience doesn't compare to so many, yet a simple office visit lends new understanding:
After all was said and done, Makani settled down, looked me in the eyes, and with a great BIG hug, said, "I love you Mommy! We go home now?" Hand in hand we walked out that door, with giggles and smiles at the fish tank as we exited. She will always love me. I will always love her. It is the nature of mothers and children!
As I write this simple experience, I am reminded of experiences in my own childhood that must have been hard for my parents to watch. From hospitalization at four years old, to sporting injuries, to tragedies when I felt "broken", my parents have stood by, seemingly helpless at times, but strong and loving in my eyes. If as a parent you question your abilities and capacities, just remember,
Love will always be remembered in the end!
If you are the child, be like a child: forgiving and loving! At the end of the day, we can walk hand in hand, giggling with joy at the little pleasures because we have LOVE!
P.S. More posts and many pictures to come!
5 comments:
Thank you Maleah! These reminders are so welcome and needed! You and your family are so dear to me and Brooks. We still share the story with people now(you probably don't remember because you were probably still in primary) when we house sat with 9 of you in FL(#10 wasn't around yet) for a weekend. Still so amazed at how the house ran so smoothly. Brooks and I were only there in case of some kind of emergency. Your mom (and dad) are obviously amazing to raise such wonderful children. Thanks again about the reminders on parenthood. The hardest and most amazing job ever...right? Love, Shirley
*sniff!*
so beautifully put.
You done good, m'dear. Supercalifragilistic good :)
yuv yoo
I love everything you write, but especially this. :)
Thanks for the post! So uplifting.
I felt impressed to send that story from our friend's son and daughter in law w/o knowing what you were going through at home/doctor's office. Heavenly Father knows you, hears you and loves you. love, mom (the other mother)
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