Mother's Day is a tough one for me. And the tears have definitely flowed this week as I've reflected on my years as a mother and the lives of my babies. However, today the tears seemed to have dried up and I'm considering how blessed I am to have such inspirational little teachers in my life.
Shawn taught me that I can indeed survive "the worst thing." He also taught me that life is short, and if his two week lifespan can be a witness to God's love and mercy, then what am I going to do with my many years on this earth? It's up to me not to waste away in grief and despair, but to push forward in the hope of Heaven.
Clayton is a daily teacher of perseverance and acceptance. He is truly one of the happiest human beings I know. We all look and think "how horrible, he can't walk, he can't eat, etc." But the truth is, he has taken his lot in life and learned to live to the fullest with what the Lord has given him. We should all become better at that.
Jackson has taught me that it wasn't my fault. His life is proof that I can birth a typical child and that I'm not some freak of nature that can't do it right. And even if that isn't important to anyone else, it's been a major source of healing for me. Moreover, my daily walk with Jackson is continually teaching me that I need to reach higher and strive for holier living, because without the help of the Holy Spirit, mothering a headstrong four year old can drain and stretch me to my limit.
I can only hope that I become a faster learner than I've sometimes been in the past. That little bit of stubbornness I fight in Jackson seems to have come honestly. I pray that their teaching of me evolves into me becoming better and better at setting a Christ-like example in our home.