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Topic: Mother (as in maternal parent) (04/24/08)
TITLE: Three Times Blessed
By nicole wian
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I was twenty-two when I became a mother to a perfect baby boy. Until that moment, I had not known I was capable of such enormous love. Holding this one of my own, I thanked God for such an incredible gift and knew, in reality, my son was not my own. I sang to my baby, overwhelmed by the song of my own life.
I was blessed twice more with baby girls and each time felt more completed, not having known that this was possible. I am everything I am in God, but these children are a demonstration of Him honoring my heart’s desire. I know they are part of the purpose He has created me for, and if in any small way I can portray to them our Father’s unconditional, unfathomable, unfailing, sacrificial love, I have in turn honored the Father.
At twenty-one, I was a child. At twenty-two, I became a woman and discovered the joy of giving of oneself. My selfishness and self-absorption faded, and I became a better wife as well, laying my life down for a purpose greater than myself. I have not yet experienced anything quite as powerful as this.
For sure, there are times when I grow weary and disenchanted, but because I draw my strength from the Lord, He renews me. I cannot imagine where or who I would be without these children. Each one as special as the next. I have many passions and sources of joy in my life, but none that rival motherhood.
It was a gift designed by God. This nurturing, compassionate instinct deep inside a woman from the time she is small, grows deeper each moment her child breathes. Only when I had my own child, could I truly recognize how deeply my own mother loved me. And that knowledge laces the truth of my experience now. Each time I have to deal with ungrateful demands or imagine the future, when, as my children are teens, they may feel much less than love for me, I know that they could never really love me as much as I do them. But that’s okay. I cannot love them less. And this is why it is so close to the love of our Father. We are His children, ungrateful and demanding at times, but He never loves us any less. He does not tire of us nor feel that He has made a mistake.
Motherhood opened my eyes to this new kind of love, one that runs deeper than I’d ever thought possible, and because I am blessed to know the Savior, it opened my eyes further, to how deep His love runs for me.
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