Monday, May 16, 2005

A humble, beautiful day!

was the day that our church put on a Mother/Daughter tea. I brought my
oldest, Hannah, by second oldest, Abigail, and our fourth child,
Elizabeth. I had expected it to be nice, maybe some sweet mothers
speaking, and some good food to go along with this special time. It was
so much more than I expected!

It is hard to put into words what
this day means to me. I have been so very busy, and preoccupied with
the difficulties of wearing so many different hats that I had moved one
of the most important ones to the bottom of the wearing list. You may
think how can it be possible to live with five children and forget
about the primary importance of your role here? Well, it is possible,
and humbling to realize that the move was made so easily. My life is
F.U.L.L. in every sense of the word, and I have allowed the tyranny of
the urgent to take the lead. I have just been mismanaging my priorities
for a few months and this tea really helped me to see that at the end
of it all, what will really matter the most is what I do here and now
with these children.

Not only did I have lovely fellowship with
my own children, and truly enjoyed the easy pace with them, but I
gleaned from the rich offerings of the older women who were there. One
woman recalled some of her best memories with her three daughters; one
woman shared that while we build into the lives of our daughters, and
pray for them, we will someday set them free to be the women that God
created them to be. We are the ones who will help equip them to live
that life. One daughter gave honor to her mother by saying she gave me
roots and she gave me wings. Then one daughter, who happened to be my
own Hannah, aged ten years, stood up and recited a poem she had written
about me. Here is what she said:

My Mother

My Mother helps me all the day
In school and crafts, in work and play
She looks out for me in every way
And teaches me what to do and say

She works her fingers to the bone
But through it all she's not alone
God helps her to care for the home
And loves her.

She will never really know
How much she means to me
And how much I mean to her
Is more than I can see

When the day comes that we must part
I will know truly in my heart
That she is still, from heart and soul
My loving Mother.

gives us glimpses into His plan sometimes to help us to see the "why"
behind it all. Why do I do what I do every day? Ohhh! Thank you, God,
for helping me to see that what I do is important; what I do is for
your glory and for our good! These precious children are ours for such
a short, short time - only on loan and in trust. I was humbled beyond
words today, honored by my precious daughter in a very public way, and
God used it to remind me - THIS is your purpose here in this home. No
matter what else you do, what else is important, remember that this is
right there at the top, along with Me and your husband. Do not forget
these little ones.

Thank you, Jesus, for a glimpse, and thank you for the beautiful gifts of my children.


Anonymous said...

I now understand why aslan posted in some non-TOS blogging site which you need to get on him to make his own tos blog or at least post it for all of us to see.... lead by example aslan!! anyway... why he posted Why Women Cry. My first response was lacking emotion. But as I read your post it really connected the two blogs... what love aslan has underthesky. (crying manly emotions of non tears)

Edited by underthesky on May. 21, 2005 at 6:20 PM

Aslan said...

What you may not realize is that so far, I have the largest blog on the domain. It's called "The Users Forum" LOL. At least that's what is becoming.

~Evertreading (I mean "aslan")

Geoff said...

This is true. You have a quite indepth log of blogs. You are the king of homeschoolblogger.com and I am very greatful. Thanks

JenIG said...

What a precious and lovely poem! what a beautiful day that must have been. It is very hard to see the 'over-all' picture in the every-day-drudgery that day-to-day life can bring... but those moments certainly can keep one going!! I need to be praying for your future-son(s)-in law. I will pray that God will bring her a godly treasure who will be able to encourage her along on the foundation that you're so carefully and lovingly building. My mother was certainly not a perfect woman but she loved the Lord and prayed faithfully for her sons-in-law -- those must have been mighty prayers and they were certainly heard! Our work as mothers only goes so far before another takes over to shape and mold our daughters.

Geoff said...

And I will pray that they don't come for a long long long time

underthesky said...

I hope so too. :+)


Gena said...

What a gorgeous page you have here. It's neat to see a real homeschool mom taking the time to share in such a classy way. Can you recommend some of your favorite websites for homeschoolers who want to emphasize literature and history in their homeschool? Where do you surf for fun?


kwarren said...

Your daughter's poem was beautiful and I know it must have meant the world to you.