Not all little girls play with baby dolls – but I had them all over my room. My favorite was a baby that wet and cried. She wasn’t very pretty because I cut her hair one day when my Mom wasn’t looking. But I loved her. I remember that my Mom made her clothes and I always had a bottle nearby for her. I learned a lot from taking care of that baby doll. I carefully watched my Mom take care of my little sister and I copied her every move. I learned to love my baby because I saw my Mom love my little sister.
Love is a very important part of learning to be a Mother. Not everyone knows how at first. I remember to this day the first time I saw my first born. I had no idea how I was going to take care of him. I was so afraid and felt totally inadequate. Somewhere along the way I realized that I had to trust the Lord for this child belonged to Him. He had made this precious little bit of heaven – I was only the caretaker. Now, after 47 years this child – now a wonderful man, has been the joy of my life. For God gave me a gift and that gift continues to bring me the greatest joy.
My prayer and scripture for you today is:
“For You formed my inward parts; You wove me in my mother’s womb.” Psalm 139:13
