I don’t often think deep thoughts as a mom.
Most of the day I simply go from one thing to the next. Wash the breakfast dishes, change the next diaper, help Gabe use the potty, put Jasmine down for a nap – and it’s already past time to start on lunch.
No, there simply isn’t much time for quiet reflection and meditation unless you are more disciplined than I am and get up before the children make you get up.
But we visited a community church on Sunday, and I saw a picture of Jesus blessing the children. Suddenly something seemed to shift into focus for me.
In the picture Jesus was caressing the face of a child with His hand, and the look in His eyes spoke such love.
The touch was a gentle, almost motherly touch, and I had to think, isn’t this the real reason for Motherhood?
To touch our children gently, to be a safe place whenever they are afraid or needing comfort, to cuddle them, to show them love in the millions of little ways we interact throughout the day.
To be Jesus to them.
Suddenly all that time I spent today feeding Jasmine, or holding her because she is grumpy and teething, or the time I spent helping Gabe color a picture and when he splashed water everywhere while trying to rinse the dishes for me – suddenly these are little peices of heaven and oh so precious.
And all that changed was my perspective.
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