A Mother’s Heart
I remember my mother’s prayers and they have always followed me. They have clung to me all my life. ~Abraham Lincoln (1809-1865)
After picking my children up from school yesterday, I let them have their usual snack time and then play time outside. The weather was like a fresh spring day as the trees are beginning to blossom and flowers are peeking their heads.
I stayed inside for a little while longer doing my motherly chores that children just never think about. I emptied their backpacks and am amazed just how heavy they are. As I opened their lunch bags, I smiled when I discovered the notes that I had written them in the morning, were still there. I picked each note up only to discover that both my children had written me a love note in return. My daughter, in her seven-year old print says: “Mama, you are the bestes Mama in the world. I love you so much.” I smiled. I then, looked at my son’s note and noticed that he responded to mine on the back with his beautiful newly-learned cursive handwriting, “Mama, I love you too.” My heart felt full and tears welled up.
I opened the front door and just stood there watching my children play with their friends in the neighborhood. I smiled and felt deep gratitude for the gift of Motherhood. As my children played with their friends with such care-freeness and pure joy for life, I had a prayer in my heart for them all.
Let the innocence of youth stay pure as they grow and mature.
Let their laughter echo around them that others may find hope for joy.
Let their purity be guarded as they wander into the world.
Let their sensitivity grow into greater awareness of You.
Let their hunger to understand lead to knowledge to assist mankind.
Let their mystical hearts gain wisdom and a discerning eye.
And as they grow older with each passing year,
protect them in your loving care.
And as I teach them to be kind, let that truth go deep into their beings,
as they will realize the pain and sufferings of others.
As they shed their own tears, breath upon them Your Holy Spirit -
and comfort them.
And let them always find their way to You.
I closed the front door, stood silently and gained strength once again to be a mother from the heart. My prayer was to trust the wisdom that is deep within me and to know that the Universe that God has created is rich in its desire to give fully and completely.
Hi,
It seems I have the same prayer in my heart for my kids. I guess all mother do….
esfj
Comment by esfj — March 5, 2007 @ 10:36 pm