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By Sharon D. Tate
The eyes of a child are full of much wisdom.
As I grew into adulthood, I had the opportunity to hear both sides of the
dilemma ‘ to be or not to be ‘ a mom. I have heard so many women curse motherhood. I never understood this. True, it can be very hard, and very frustrating. But, it can also be full of unspeakable joy!
I’m writing this article with the most beautiful blessing that God has ever bestowed upon me sitting in my lap staring up at me with a whimsical smile on her face. Fifteen years ago I was told by doctors I would never have her. I miscarried a child in 1990 when I was young and irresponsible. I was doing drugs, hopping bars, and drinking like a lush. Unfortunately my miscarriage caused an infection in my womb. I didn’t find out until several months later after I had been married for four months. When the doctor examined me, he explained to me that the infection had caused my ovaries to stop producing eggs. He said that I would probably be able to take an ovulatory drug but that it would only give me a 15% chance of becoming pregnant. And so, for fifteen years I remained childless, until my beautiful Bethany was born.
Although I do understand why some women would rather not have children, I don’t think I will ever understand abortion. Even though I’m almost driven mad on the hour by mine and Bethany’s seemingly constant squabbles over teething, gas and tummy aches and the occasional “cranks”, she still never ceases to amaze me. When things are quiet, no fussies or complaints, I stare into her eyes and wonder what she is thinking. My grandmother used to say, “ The eyes of a child are on full of much wisdom.” She was right. The innocent purity of an infant’s love knows no bounds. To me, motherhood is one of the many special ways our heavenly father shows His unending love.
My own mother passed away January 28, 2006. She wasn’t the world’s most perfect mom, but as I look back on my childhood, she did her best. My greatest hope is to be the best mother I can be to my daughter and as she grows, teach her to be the same. Sadly, that tradition is dying. Being a mother is also being a teacher. It is our responsibility to pass on the art of being a parent to our children. It is an art learned by trial and error. Not only should we pass on parenting skills but years of knowledge handed down to us. Most of all we should always pass on the wealth of knowledge found in God’s word. The Lord said, “Train up a child in the way he should go and when he is old he will not depart from it.” We will never go wrong if we raise our children to honor and worship God. This year, mother’s day will be bittersweet. I didn’t know about Bethany until two weeks after my mom’s memorial. She never knew about her granddaughter. Bethany was born on October 31, 2006. This year I will honor my mother by spending my first mother’s day with my very special daughter, my Bethany!
God Bless You Richly!
Happy Mother’s Day!
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