Thirty-nine years ago I gave birth to my daughter. My third child. Yet, she was the first I was able to hold. Her brother had only lived 23 hours. His name was Paul. Then I lost another nearly a year later.
Then, blessings of blessings, the Lord gave me Holly.
<---Here, she holds her first grandson, my first great-grandson.
When I held her the first time so many emotions went through my heart--so many thoughts through my mind. I loved her so much. I thought she was the most beautiful baby in all the world. Thick black hair. Perfect round face. Skin that looked like she'd been sunbathing in Hawaii, instead of growing in my womb. I wanted to be the best mother in the world. I really thought I could be. I thought being a mother was all about holding and loving. I never really liked the idea of setting boundaries and limitations. Guess that's why my daughter grew up to be so doggone independent. She's also one who likes to be in control of her situations. And she is quite good at juggling two teenage boys, two toddler girls, bookkeeping for her husband's construction business and being a dedicated deacon's wife, S.S. director and long-distant support-system for her oldest daughter who is about to have her second grandson and my second great-grandson.
What an amazing daughter God allowed me to mother. We've shared some pretty heavy-duty stuff in these past years. When she married her widower husband, she immediately adopted his daughter and never once saw her as anything but her own. She was such an inspiration to me as a mom. Her husband was almost immediately deployed to Korea for a year. And Holly handled some very difficult issues at the time. Then, in her first pregnancy, her husband was deployed to Iraq for Desert Shield which became Desert Storm. He returned the day before her baby was born. She never complained. She weathered the "storm".
Today I think about what an amazing lady she is. Fantastic cook, helpmate and mother. She loves the Lord and seeks to honor Him in her actions and words. Most of what she has become is because of the Holy Spirit living within her and her yielding to His promptings in her life. I really wish I could take credit for some of that, but in reality, I think she excelled in spite of my inabilities as a mother--not because of any abilities. Either way, I am blessed because of her. selahV
[copyrighted, SelahV Today, 2008]