Motherhood. Oh, motherhood. How can motherhood be summed up in just one short blog post?
There are so many adjectives out there that I could slap onto my journey of motherhood. These adjectives span the whole spectrum from deep elation and heart-bursting pride, to painful weeping and deep worry over the future.
But if I had to pick one, just one word to describe my journey in motherhood, it would be sanctifying. From the deep joy of watching my daughter take her first steps, to the excruciating tears I cried when we said goodbye to our foster daughter, motherhood has been the process that has drawn me closer to Christ.
By grace it’s made me more like Him.
Motherhood is a joy and a privilege but it is much more than that too!
Motherhood is a ministry and a calling, and one that we are each so incredibly blessed to have. Just think about it, in the world of 7 billion people, your child was given to YOU.
I remind myself of this when I look into my daughter’s eyes as she laughs hysterically over the wind blowing the leaves in the trees. I remind myself of this as I feed my infant son in the middle of the night. And I remind myself of this as I face the mental battles that rise up at all hours of the day.
Ever since becoming a mother, I have struggled with anxiety, specifically in the area of ever losing one of my children. I struggle with accepting these gifts from the Lord, my most precious gifts, and being willing to give them back to Him.
But as we all know, God has a sense of humor and always has a way of teaching us (gently and without abandonment!!), through the things that we most fear.
My husband and I knew that we wanted to add to our family through adoption long before we were even married. We assumed that we would do our good deed and fulfill the great commission by adopting from overseas, but God shut that door firmly in our face. Next, we looked into domestic infant adoption. We knew what God was calling us to, but we wanted to make sure it wasn’t messy. Nobody wants messy. When God whispered his next plan into our ears, we were terrified.
I don’t know about you, but we had heard our fair share of horror stories regarding foster care. We figured that only a saint could do that, not regular people like us. It took us a long time to go through with it, but each step of the way, God clearly led us and equipped us. Finally, we were licensed and it took only fourteen days before we held a precious baby girl in our arms.
This is where the rubber met the road.
Motherhood, to me, became so much more than biology. I threw my heart and my soul into mothering both my biological children and our foster daughter. Throughout her time with us, I learned that she would not be staying with us, and eventually I would have to face my greatest fear – saying goodbye to one of my children.
I learned through fostering that motherhood is a calling, a “for such a time as this”.
Sometimes God gives us children for all our lives, but sometimes God gives us our children for shorter periods of time. As I continue to go through my daily tasks as a mother, I remember this.
I remember that each child in my home was placed here by God’s own choosing. I remember that God will never leave me or forsake me, and he will equip me for each situation that I need to go through. I remember that through every joy and trial that motherhood throws at me, I am becoming sanctified and more like Christ.
Suzanne is a follower of Christ, married to Theo and Mom to two kids plus the foster children that God has placed in their home. Theo is a first responder at the local fire department and Suzanne is a stay at home Mom. Together, they have Tera Evelynne (2.5) and Hezekiah James (3 months). Suzanne loves to stay active, get outdoors and blog at The Glorious Mundane. You can also keep up with her family on Facebook and Instagram.