mum and dad dancing at christmas

mum and dad dancing at christmas

sometimes i wonder if i’ll make a good mother.

it seems a daunting task: mending shirts and hearts, baking bread, kissing hurts and administering discipline.

then i watch my mum who, despite missing her frontal lobe, is still able to mother. who, with a simple pat on my arm–a pat which doesn’t cease because she forgets to pull her hand away–or with a smile that puts a sunrise to shame, she makes me want to be a better person. makes me want to know the God who puts the dance in her footstep. the God who gives her grace to love amidst the throes of cancer.

in her, i find courage. to one day be a mother that believes, that fights, that lives moment to moment in faith and beauty.

and i breathe.


1 Comment

  1. Meghan said,

    February 26, 2009 at 4:43 pm

    I think it must be safe to say that nurturing comes naturally to the ladies in your family – you will be a FANTASTIC mother, Emily.

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