The Crown of Motherhood
As I sit by the pool and watch my children play frisbee, I am so thankful I wear the crown of motherhood. It has not been an easy crown, but it has been so worth it.
I first put on this crown almost 16 years ago as my oldest son entered the world. His delivery almost killed him, but God’s grace is bigger than a doctor’s human error. People used to ask if he was a good baby and I never really knew how to answer. He wasn’t bad, but he was high maintenance — always wanting to be held, sung to, walked and rocked. We spent the first year of his life just me and him 24 hours a day, every day. We didn’t live near family and my husband was working and going to school full-time, so it was just me and Baby #1.
I miscarried Baby #2. It’s a feeling of loss that is hard to explain. How can you miss someone you never met? How can this tiny, tiny little life leave such a giant hole in yours? But it does.
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