A Mother’s Love

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By Leslie Lopez of Queens, New York.

As a mother, I try to live each day with few regrets.  I don’t ever  want  to  regret  not   teaching my sons, not  showing  my  sons   how  wonderful  this  gift  of  life is.  I  don’t ever  want  to  live   a  single  day  differently than  what  God’s  will is   for them and  for  me.  Even thought I’m  not always certain  of  His will,  I know  it’s  purposeful,   as  He  has  fit  us  with so many  experiences.  Before  my  feet  touch the  floor in the morning, I pray  God  gives  me  the  ability  to  be  the  best  mother I  can  be.  I  know  this  is  my  work; this  is  what  He  has  chosen  for  me.  Why  else  would  God  allow   me  to have  this  tremendous  amount of  time   to  be  with  my  sons ,  nurturing  and  loving  them? 

 

I  feel  sympathy  for  so many   mothers ( parents  as a  whole) , who  feel  they  must  leave  their  child(ren) in order to work.  They  believe  they  will  go  hungry or  be  without  comfort  if  they  do not  sacrifice  time  with their  children.  Not  many  know  this,  but  quite  frankly,  I  wanted  to  be  a  Human Resources Specialist,  traveling  all over the  world,  requiring a lot of  time away.  Imagine  the  shock  to my  whole  being  when I  realized  God’s  plan did  not  even  come  close  to mine.  I fought with the idea so much.  I  knew  I would  be  perfect  in that  position; however,  I  soon  began  enjoying  the  benefits   of  being  a ‘Mother’  to my  sons.

 

I am reaping irreplaceable benefits in this position!  A mother’s love, none can compare.  Yes,  we  desire  romantic  love, love  from family and friends,  and most significantly, the love from  God; yet  one  of the  greatest  gifts  received  here on earth is  the  love from  mother.

 

In  all  my  trials  since  the  birth of   my  first  child, Chelsea,  and  her  death;  then the  birth of  my twin  boys  and  their  journey with cardiomyopathy through transplants,  I  must  confess to the  world,  I have  been  selfish.  I have selfishly been able to spend more time with my children than most mothers.  We don’t have much, but that’s okay.  I trust   God will not let   my sons hunger tomorrow.  I am thankful that we are alive and nourished each day.  My point is , as  a mother,  my  greatest  treasures  are  held in my heart. At times,  I  think someone  may  think it’s  crazy the  way  He  provides .  It  is  at  times  hard  for  me  to believe  how  ‘on - time ‘ He is.  I have chosen to  step out on faith.  And yes,  I have  had  to  make  sacrifices; but  image, success, and possessions are  not  my desired  rewards.  I  have  opted  to view  my  life  as highly favored, as  I have  been  entrusted  with  a  job  that I am sure God  could  have  chosen  someone  wiser, someone  stronger ,  someone with  better  resources or  someone  who desired  to be  a  mother all their lives.  However, He chose me, and I am thankful.  He has  given  me  all the  tools  I need.  The rewards of  motherhood  are  far  greater  than many  of  us  take time to recognize.  He  provides for  our  every  need and  refuses  to cause  my  heart t o be  burdened  by things  I have  no  control  over.  He  always  shares  with  me  right on time ,  what I need  to accomplish  the  task at  hand.

 

 As  parents,  we  ought   to  value  time  with our  babies, whatever the age.  We can all rest assured that God’s  perfect  love  drives out  every  fear. (1 John 4:18) Trust me, I know  fear.  The  question  of  “How  will  they see me  now that I can’t  afford  to provide for their every wants?”  I  learned  very  quickly that  the important questions  are, “ How  will I do all that God has put  on my  heart  to do,  knowing  that  time  may be limited with my child?,  “ How  can  I step  out  on faith, let go  of  things, and  convince God  that  I trust Him  with my life? “  How  can I  convince  a soul  that I am a  mother in my  heart,  when I refuse to exercise it  myself in faith  and  in deeds?  If  I do not  believe it,  who will?

 

I know  at  times  we  get  caught up  trying  to make a life, and  we  forget  to  live.  For some, living  means  travel,  pleasures or material possessions.  Myself ,  living  is  in precious  moments  never  to be  erased,  hearing my  sons’ laughter ,  even  seeing their  tears.  Imagine  the  joy I feel,  even  this  day,   knowing  that  two  years  ago I was  told …” they  will  die” …  Value  time, it  makes life  worth living  and  a mother’s  love  worth  giving.

 

 

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