OCTOBER 22 "LOVE - MOTHER'S"
It went a little easier the second time around,
the hormone fluctuations did not. I found myself spiraling downward in a sea of
depression that seemed to rob me of all logic and rational thought, and I’m
afraid I became a bit difficult for my boys to live with — both my little one
and the one I’d married.
I just didn’t want to be the caretaker and
carrier anymore. I wanted desperately to be taken care of, to be carried
through life and not have to be so responsible and so needed.
It seemed one day I was crying because baby
Maddie wouldn’t sleep, the next I was crying at Chuck E. Cheese because I just
didn’t feel like playing with Nicholas, and the next I was crying because I
didn’t think I could handle being their mother for one more day.
When I wasn’t being ridiculously irritable and
angry, I was desperately sad and weepy. My sole joy in life was sleep. It was
all I thought about and all I wanted to do. Everything else just seemed
pointless or too difficult to manage. I was drowning in the irony that though I
loved my children so much I’d give my life for them, I resented having to make
their meals and wipe their faces.
How could any good mother loathe parenting so
much? I felt horrific guilt on top of my depression.
Then somehow I found the energy to cry out for
physical, emotional and spiritual help, and God began to show me through His
Word and through His hand of compassion in my life that I really could make it
through another day.
Paul said, "I can do everything through
Christ who gives me strength" (Philippians 4:13, NIV).
Granted, Paul was never a stay at home mother
with a strong-willed child and a breastfed baby with jaws of steel, but I
believed God’s promise to me and clung to His power, seeking His strength each
day.
What He showed me was that these children He
gave me came with a guarantee: If I rely on God, He will always provide the
strength and resources I need to be a good mother.
He brought individuals into my life — both
doctors and friends — who helped me get my mind and body back in order, and I
began to gain the confidence that through Him I could rise to the occasion, as
difficult as it sometimes seemed. These children were not given to me by
accident; God handpicked them for my arms.
There are still mornings when I wake up and
wonder how God will see me through the day and how I can ever overcome my own
sin and selfishness to be the kind of mother I feel my children deserve. But I
know God is faithful and I know He gives strength to the weary and grace to the
humble (Isaiah 40:29; Proverbs 3:34).
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