I used to participate a lot on the Sonlight Homeschool Curriculum forums. A recurring theme among posts is mothers posting sadly about their need for their homeschooling “family” to rejoice with them regarding a new pregnancy, because the mom’s IRL extended family was heartbreakingly unsupportive of impending baby #3 or #4 or #8.
Every once in a while, I sulk a bit about what my mom is or is not, or was not during my childhood. Then, I have a moment that reminds me of why God gave my mom to me, and how thankful I should be for her, in spite of the flaws she may have or have had.
We were just talking on the phone: I wanted to let her know in advance that I was getting a babysitter for 8 month old Audrey, and just bringing my three boys to tonight’s concert. (My stepdad is a middle school music & band teacher in the public school system, and the annual Christmas concert is tonight.) Even though my mom & stepdad were just over last night, so it’s not like it’s been forever since she’s seen her only granddaughter, I knew if I showed up sans the bitsy that I would witness visible disappointment. I wanted to give her some warning so she could deal with it beforehand. She appreciated the call. We got to chatting about Audrey, then the boys, and our family in general.
She spoke about how Audrey seems to have been born at just the perfect time in our family, and how she feels that it’s greatly to Audrey’s benefit to be raised among sibs and by parents who love her so greatly and appreciate her uniqueness, and so dearly enjoy her infancy. Then, my mom said, “I don’t know what your plans are for the future, but you’d better have more kids!” Then, she sort of started back-pedalling, because she’s always been reticent to give advice, and as soon as the words came out, she thought that maybe she was being too pushy. I assured her that her words were encouraging! Basically, she thinks that our household is a near-ideal place for kids to grow in. Wow. What a vote of confidence.
I told her that we are semi-planning on baby #5, and she was so pleased!
As soon as we hung up, I started thanking God for her, and for her support of my motherhood, of Martin’s fatherhood, and our family in general.
It’s things like this that I store up in my heart, hoping to remember them when my children are grown and married, so that I can be a good mother-in-law and mother of my adult children.
Bless God for good moms.