“All mothers think that their babies are special. As a young and insecure mom, I was really hung up on this concept of specialness. I constantly compared my kids to other people's kids, reassuring myself that my kids were at least a little bit above average in every way, if not off the charts. They were smarter, more beautiful, more agile, more alert, more talented, more promising in every area -- they had to be. I forget why, exactly, I felt that way; but I was completely in that feeling’s thrall. I even felt slightly scornful of people who went ga-ga over some other, inferior baby's big blue eyes, as if blue were a good color for a baby's eyes, for goodness sake, when clearly brown is the best color. (You know true, because all my babies have brown eyes.)
“I got over it. Here I am, a week away from celebrating my ninth baby's first birthday, and I can report, with relief and delight, that this kid is nothing special.
“Well, of course she's special. . . .”
In a recent commentary, writer Simcha Fisher reflected on God’s love for each of us.
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