I am her mom. The first person she sees every morning, seated next to her dad on our green couch, drinking a morning cup of coffee. At night, after she’s hugged her dad and read a devotional, I’m the one who tucks her in, sending her off to peaceful slumber with a blessing spoken over her. Together, we plan for each day, and I rapid-fire hear about how that day went during the ten-minute car ride home from school. It is my prayer she’ll keep talking, and I’ll remember to listen. There are a thousand ways I am her mom.
My daughter has many other women who mother her, though. They teach her things and instill qualities in her I cannot offer on my own. I willingly share the spotlight with them. Happy Mother’s Day.
My single friend teaches her to be content with God. She didn’t expect to be in her mid-thirties, no husband or kids, and working a missional job in which she raises her own funding. It’s not the princess life we’re shown as little girls, but it’s a life she embraces, showing young ladies like mine that God’s path, whether it appears normal or not, is the very best.
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