This guest post by Jess of Allora Handmade is part of a series on the topic “What the Baby Books Don’t Tell You“. You can read the other entries here and don’t forget to consider giving to our fundraiser too! Read more about it down below! Only two weeks left!!!
it started as a child. feelings of comfort, safety, security. knowing that even if you were naughty they would still love you. the endless sacrifices to make sure that you were happy and healthy. you knew you depended on them for your sustenance and happiness. and you loved them for all that they did for you.
as you got older you thought love had something to do with boys. the grade school crush that was all about giddy laughter and “is he looking at me?” chit chat to girlfriends. junior high wasn’t much better … the same crushes on boys you didn’t even know but stalked through the halls because they were soooo cute. notes to your friends folded up into little arrows and triangles spilling your guts about your young obsession. even in high school you were more in love with the idea of being in love than with any one person, and even when you really thought you knew what love was because you were oh so mature, love was selfish and fading.
you later learned that love had so much meaning in the form of friendship. girlfriends that were more like sisters, a sister (and brother) who were more like friends, roommates that knew you better than you knew yourself and loved you anyway. you were finally able to really be friends with boys without confusing love and friendship and you learned to put others before yourself.
and then you leave the country to love and serve people in a culture so different from your own. you teach them about God’s love and you learn to love them in spite of all of the differences between you as you start to see beyond to who they really are. you leave part of your heart there with them when you return home.
you hope you are ready for the love of a lifetime, and after years of failed love and heartache you finally find true love. you fall hard and fast even though you are scared to death. you open your heart slowly and cautiously and take your time so as not to be hurt yet again. and then you marry your best friend knowing that you will love him forever and ever and you give away your heart to him. you think you finally know what love really is. you think that you will never love so hard and so deep ever again. each day you love him more and you wonder how there is enough room in that heart of yours to keep feeling more each day. you have good days and bad days together. you laugh and you cry together. you dream of the future together and you really love.
and then you find out he’s on his way after years of waiting. you rub your little belly hoping he knows how excited you are to meet him and that even though you have never seen him you already love him so much it hurts. you get emotional just thinking about all the joy he will bring to your life and you feel the day can’t come soon enough that you will finally hold him in your arms. and then it comes.
you love him instantly and are so overwhelmed by it. you love his itty bitty cry and his teeny tiny face and you love everything that he is and all that he brings to you. you love that he is a product of your love for your husband and you love that he is a gift to your family. and each day you can’t believe it could be possible, but somehow you love him more and more. your heart can’t possibly hold any more, yet it continues to stretch and grow. you didn’t know it was possible to have your heart outside of your body, but every little thing he does shows you that he is your heart and that his happiness and his safety and his security is the most important thing in the world to you. you love that he depends on you for everything, that you are his source of nourishment and care and learning. you love that your sacrifices may go unnoticed for a while, but that one day he will grow up and have his own and only then will he know the extent of the love that you feel for him.
and then you realize why God lets us have children. you feel just a tiny portion of what He continually feels for us and you know that He is teaching you how to become like He is. you know that He only wants the best for you and that He would do anything for your happiness, your safety, and your security. you know that you depend on Him for your life and your breath and that His sacrifice has made all things possible. and He loves that you are finally getting a glimpse of what He feels for you.
With that love comes a call to share that love.
For now, we’re loving on others across the world to help provide clean water.
Because babies on the other side of the globe aren’t given the same resources. Mamas thousands of miles away anguish in ways we may never comprehend.
Give.
Even a tiny bit. (We are SO CLOSE to our goal!!!)
It matters.
And it is good.
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this post is so right on target. love is an amazing thing.
mama to 9. 12 and under.
oh how true this is… once i became a parent, my entire perspective on parenting, love and my relationship with Christ changed. my mind still stops at the thought that “He loves me even more perfectly and deeply than I love these kids, and I love these kids so much it hurts” to know my creator loves me with a love like that, it’s nothing short of amazing. great post.
RachelRAdams´s last blog post ..simple sentiments