I’m linking up with the lovely Casey and her “What is on Your Heart” Friday blog theme. My hope is to make this a Friday tradition, but I’m not going to stress over it when it doesn’t happen. I blog for fun, not another item on my to-do list.
This is my new little nephew! Isn’t he just a sweet-um?
He was born on April 11th and lives far away so I don’t know when I’ll get to officially meet him. He and his family have been on my heart lately. Parenting in general has been on my heart. This becoming a mom thing makes me feel awfully small. Like I have so much to learn. There are som many ways for me to grow.
Becoming a mom has given me a whole new appreciation for little ones, my girl and my niece and nephews especially. Feeling such overwhelming love for Jemma leaves me in awe of how our Heavenly Father loves us. Before I was a mom I didn’t really get that. The whole parent/child relationship amazes me.
When Jemma was just weeks old I probably had a hint of the baby blues. Nothing serious, but I definitely had a new awareness of emotions. Like the kind that make you cry. The kind that make you anxious. The ones that keep you awake at night. I was worried something would happen to my precious girl. I still worry about this. The more I talk to moms, the more I realize this probably won’t go away. How on earth do you cope with the whole “having part of your heart walking around outside of you”? Lately I’ve turned these anxious thoughts over to the Lord. Or at least tried to. God loves Jemma even more than I do. Which is hard to imagine. He will protect and provide for her when I can’t. He has her future in His hands and that is something I am truly thankful for.
Although I am her mama, Jemma belongs to God first and foremost. This is a freakin’ hard concept to grasp. He has given Dominic and I the priceless task of raising her to follow Him and I’m trying to keep that eternal perspective when the worries creep in. I am doing my best as a mom. And a wife, but that’s a whole different post. But I’m not perfect; I’m not supposed to be. The areas I fail in only prove to show how human I am and how amazing our Heavenly Father is.
A few thoughts to ponder …
How has becoming a mom changed your relationship with God?
How do you deal with worries?
How do you stay in touch with family that is far away?
