Last week I went to a Mother's Blessing for my friend Mindy, who is ready to birth her twins any day now. In case you've never heard of a Mother's Blessing (I hadn't), it's similar to a baby shower, but for the mom. And instead of cute games and gifts, the guests bring poems or thoughts about pregnancy/labor/motherhood and symbolic beads or charms to add to a bracelet for the mother-to-be. In many ways, it was a spiritual event where we friends encouraged Mindy and each other in the journey of motherhood.
Luckily for me, another friend of mine, Charlotte, had posted some thoughts on her blog earlier this month that I felt were helpful for a mom-to-be as well as moms-in-action. I read her thoughts at the Mother's Blessing. I won't copy her entire post here, but I highly recommend that you read it at this link; it provides some context for the rest of my post.
I've spent much of this summer feeling like I'm being pulled in too many directions. Just as my preggo friend has worried about losing herself to the twins' schedule and her body to their growth, I've wondered if I'm losing myself as I serve my family. Charlotte described perfectly what I've been feeling about my own self stretching to meet the demands of back-to-school children and a husband who takes on too many projects and who is married to a wife (me) who takes on too many projects plus one. Will the essence of "me" be swallowed up in being a wife and mother?
This paragraph from "Memories for Later" (emphasis added) touched my heart and brought tears to my eyes:
"I think my poor little soul might be getting some stretch marks. I can't possibly fit in anything else, and yet more comes and I stretch a little more to hold it. But the marks are showing and my resolve threatens to rip wide open. I know I will never be quite the same. But when I worry about what will be left of me, I try to remember that what now appears too much will eventually be a faded memory. I will be left with the proud marks of a mother who's paid her price.
And maybe those marks will sparkle silver someday. It seems to do so in the older mothers I admire."
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