When I was a child, I thought my dad was the image of strength. I saw him through my child eyes. That is where things look bigger than they really are, hurts are more intense, and laughter comes easily in moments of excitement. Child eyes are like looking at something in your car’s side mirror where there’s a warning that images may appear distorted.
I never understood how strong a mom must be until I became one myself. Often mothers are unsung heroes. There is not much glamour in changing diapers, comforting a crying baby, being puked on, cooking meals and cleaning a home. It’s not a laborious job after all. Although we’re not spending hours performing hard labor, our responsibilities are continuous.
Children reveal a mother’s strength. Although a sudden sprint to chase down a toddler can feel like an intense workout, I don’t mean physically strong. It is in the trials that make moms strong. Every challenge is huge through child eyes. A scratched knee, a lost button eye from a favorite teddy bear, the wounded heart over harsh words from a friend.
A mother will be strong for the sake of her children. A resolve beyond human ability. We will spend countless hours praying over our children, knowing life will hold pain as well as joy. They must learn to understand and process both.
Regardless the trial, a mothers reaction is often a child’s gauge for expected success or failure. Even the trials that are beyond our control.
When my son was hospitalized and diagnosed with cancer, he was terrified. He didn’t understand what was going on. Despite my own anguish, I displayed a confidence I did not have.
To my son, I was mom. That steadfast person that was always there. The one who loved and accepted him in good and bad. The finder of lost toys and the complaint department over undesired dinner entrees. His safe place. He could rest in my strength.
When a mother steals away for a quiet moment, tears may flow. When they are spent, just as she gave comfort it will be poured out to her.
Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves receive from God. 2 Corinthians 1:3-4
I know the source of my strength. It is not from within me. It is from He who pours out comfort. He is my safe place. My rest and my strength.
Through child eyes, a mother is always there. Yet a day comes when she must let go. As child eyes fade, a mother will be seen in her true weakness. I pray, when that day comes for my children, they will perceive the perfect source of my strength and learn to rest in Him.
This post is linked with Five Minute Friday. This weeks word prompt is “Strong.”