Nothing has taught me more about sacrifice than motherhood. It started from the moment their little lives took hold inside my body. For me, pregnancy was nine months of absolute agony. Hospitalizations and bed rest and being sicker than I have ever been in my life. And yet when I imagined the baby that would be in my arms at the end of it all, it gave me the strength to go forward, even as I sacrificed my ability to do anything but lie on the couch in despair.
Once those beautiful babes were in my arms, other sacrifices took the place of morning sickness. Sleep deprivation, diaper changing, paying for all the baby stuff. As they grew older, I made even more sacrifices. Financial sacrifices so that they could have music lessons and shoes. Mental sacrifice as I try to keep all their schedules straight and worry, worry, worry. And the sacrifice of my time? I've given them ALL my time.
There are intangible sacrifices, too. Things I can't really put into words. I just understand that I am giving my whole soul--my everything--to my children and their good. There is nothing I wouldn't do if I knew it would be for their good.
And just when I think the sacrifice of motherhood couldn't possibly get larger, my children teach me differently. I have a teenager now, and I can tell the sacrifices coming in the near future will be even greater and find myself wishing for the easy days when all I had to do was throw up 15 times a day or change a few diapers.
In the past couple months, I have had two children break their bones, and my motherly sacrifice was magnified. Sophia, on crutches, struggled to do a lot of the things I was used to her being able to do. But because I would do anything for her, I did them. This included getting up and taking her to school every morning, which is one of my least favorite activities. But I couldn't ask her to crutch herself up the hill or try to navigate the bus while on crutches. So I sacrificed.
With Chloe's thumb broken, I found myself having to take time to tie her shoes and zip up her jackets. It's amazing what a ten-year-old can't do when she loses the use of her thumb!
But helping them in their need reminded me of those easier days--the days when the hardest thing I did for my kid was zip up her jacket or drive her to school. And it made me love them all the more.
It's the simplest of things, but through all of the sacrifices I make as a mother, I know that I am doing God's work. In fact, everything I do as a mother brings me closer to Him and gives me the tiniest glimpse of the greatest sacrifice of all--that of His beloved Son. The stress, the fatigue, the worry, the late nights, the service I render to these three humans that have been entrusted to me is all totally and absolutely worth it.
Because I am a mother.
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