Sep 14, 2007

10 Minute post

So, I haven't written in a while cause my life has been a bit crazy. But here I am at 10:30 at night, completely exhausted, waiting just 10 minutes longer for a Care Bears cake to cool so it will be ready for me to ice in the morning. It's for my daughters 1st birthday. And as I wait for what seems like an hour, I realize that there is only one person in the world that I would do this for, and she is sleeping peacefully in her crib. Ok, I might do it for my husband, but I'd be a little worried if he wanted a pink care bears cake! But seriously, it is now, in the midst of exhaustion, way past my bed time that I am reminded of what a beautiful gift she is to me. Those who are parents will understand. You have this child and suddenly your whole world turns upside down. And everything is expanded and made new. Your definition of love changes into something you did not know possible. Patience becomes more than just something you need when sitting in traffic, but you don't mind. You are acquainted to the night hours and try with all your might to keep your eyes open and you pray for theirs to close. But again, you don't mind. I find myself, as was the case last night, sitting in my daughter's room in the middle of the night rocking her, thinking that at any moment she will fall asleep. And I love those times. I love in the quiet of the night sky to hold my child and lift her up in prayer. I have more powerful prayer times in those hours than I do sometimes during the day. What a beautiful thing to be able to hold my child and lay her in her Father's arms, knowing that He will hold her always. I am always amazed at the thought that God entrusted one of His children to me. He trusted me to raise her in His church, His truth, His Word. And I pray every day that I will be able to live up to that responsibility. I pray that she will grow to know the love that radiates from God and the Church. I pray that she will yearn for the knowledge of her faith, ache for the truth, and desire the Eucharist and the sacrifice of the mass. And I pray that she grow up to become a saint. Kinda put some pressure on me as her earthly mother. But I know that our heavenly mother, Mary, will guide my words and my footsteps as I walk down this journey.
And with that the timer goes off and I can finally take the cake out and go to bed. But before I do, here is a thought to ponder. What I just described, the love for my daughter, my desires and prayers for her, that is only a taste, a morsel, a fraction of the love, desires, and prayers that our heavenly Father has for each of us. How blessed we all are. Alleluia!

2 comments:

Ria said...

You can write a lot more in 10 minutes than I can:). I'm sure Hannah will love the cake! I like the analogy.

Anonymous said...

This is beautiful, Liz. It describes exactly what it is like to be a mom.