Giving birth to a child is probably the most momentous event of a woman’s life. It may, perhaps, be even more so than her wedding day. Not sure. All I know is I can vividly remember the birth of my two children. Each of those days, left a deep mark on my heart that will never be erased.
Now that I am thinking about it, the whole birthing process never leaves us quite the same. That “markâ€, etched deeply, forever changes us. We never look at those persons quite the same. Ever.
When they are small, we look at them with mixed emotions of awe and fear. We look in awe at this tiny person who was created, and grew in utter perfection within us. We are overwhelmed with the fact that, surely, there was Someone much bigger, more powerful, and much more wiser than ourselves involved in this creation.
We look in fear at this tiny person as we become overwhelmed with a sense of responsibility. We acknowledge it is a responsibility larger than we ourselves are capable of handling. Every glance at our little one reminds us we need Someone much bigger, much more powerful, much more wiser than ourselves to raise this creation to adulthood.
Over the course of time, that “fear†will drive us to our knees and to God more often than we are able to count. No matter how big they get, we will still be driven to our knees over their circumstances, hurts, and their disappointments.
This stems from the fact that they have “marked†us for life. The umbilical cord was severed only to create this invisible cord connected to our hearts.
“Can a woman forget her nursing child and have no compassion on the son of her womb?† (Isaiah 49:15a, NASB)
It is with relief I realize, God has wired us women exactly in this way. He designed it such that it would be unnatural, if you would, for a mom to forget or withhold compassion from her child. I will forever love and pray for my children. No matter their size, no matter how old, or independent, or how how far they may go.
The fact that I feel this way towards those I birthed has served to demonstrate the love that God has towards us. That portion of Scripture goes on to say more.
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Getting married marks us for life, and giving birth marks us for life, Joanne. I appreciate how you articulated this mother’s heart God gave us, “This stems from the fact that they have ‘marked’ us for life. The umbilical cord was severed only to create this invisible cord connected to our hearts.”
Not in the same way, I’m sure, but I believe children forever impact a man too. I know mine did. I thought about your opening a bit, and concluded that, “I can divorce my spouse (if I had to), but there’s no way to divorce your children. They’re yours forever because they have part of you in them.” Loved this post Ms. Joanne. Makes me think of how much my Abba Father loves me.
You are absolutely right, J.D., and I am so glad you commented! It’s why children need the love of both their dad and their mom. Blessings, friend!