When I Am a Mother

When I am a mother, I want my children to be strong.

I want them to be strong because they know the Truth. They will grow up with the knowledge that their father, Jesus and I will love them no matter what happens and no matter what they say or do.

I want them to know that we will argue and sometimes they will want to run away, but I always want them back. They will disappoint or anger me someday I’m sure, but they do not even know how much I already love them.

I want my sons to grow with a deep desire to be true men; to pursue God above all else, to respect women as the beautiful beings that god made them to be and to have grace in every movement of their lives. I want them to find where their talents help the world and them pour out their hearts into that crevice without fear. I know that they will be hurt and bruised…but they will also feel love in its purest form. I want them to look at what God says a man is, not the world. Not to feel they have to hunt and fish in order to be strong, but to learn to see the world as a canvas, and want to splash their heart on every corner.

I want my daughters to hold their heads high, to be empowered and enraptured by Christ. I want them to know every day how beautiful and special they are, because if their mother isn’t telling them then the world is waiting at the window to try to show them otherwise. I want my girls to grow up knowing that they are not beautiful despite their flaws…but because of them. I want them to know that there is so much more to this world and to them than their appearance. I want them to be able to be vulnerable, understanding that going into the world with a heart wide open is terrifying…but the terror is a sign that its right. This world is full of pain and sadness, but my daughters’ hope will show the world the Truth. My daughters will know that they are able to do what they are called to do. They will not see the limitations of the world, but the passion in their hearts.

I want my children to see the world as a playground that they can roam all over. I pray that they do not learn to cling to the familiar and comfortable, but throw themselves into life with vigor and pursue whatever God puts into their path.

My children will be unique and probably unlike what I expect, because everyone in our world is special. I hope they are also patient…because their mother is overwhelming.

I do not want my children to be entitled. They will know what its like to work and earn their prize. They will not assume that all good things will be handed to them on a platter, but will still know that everything is within their reach.

I want my children to laugh and dance without fear, to embrace their youth every beautiful moment and to be confident in who God made them to be.

I want my children to learn to really forgive. This world will slap them across their beautiful open hands but I pray that they learn to keep them open and to let other people go. That they do not buy the lie that bitterness gets you anywhere other than in the bottom of a pit.

When I am a mother I want my children to know that I am always on their team…because even now I am madly in love with them and who they will become.