LIKE A MOTHER: PART DEUX

I like to think that typing is the fingers making known what the mind sees, the colors of endless dreams set down in black and white.

I wonder what it is you picture when you long for something…
Is it the same thing laid before you in real life?

Three boys.

A good mother would write about them in honor of May 8th.

A great mother would write about the things she has been through, knowing that her steps make a deeper impression than alphabet letters falling one over the other in their struggle to be meaningful and right.

They shaved my head. Four words in what seems like the wrong order.

Maybe it should be, “I shaved their heads.” Through the years, yes, more than a dozen times.

I didn’t cry. How could I? Loss was the precise opposite of what was experienced in this moment—seven of us, including tiny Archie cradled in his mama’s arms, crammed into the bathroom. Despite the hard of it, we did more than witness—

We were baptized in the river of ten thousand strands set loose and flowing down.

It’s these full-immersion moments that transform boys to men. At least that’s what this mama believes. Sometimes the most difficult of all things is not the moment itself but the willingness to be unshielded from a simple grief.

Transformation is Holy business. Holy business is both human and divine.
Like the composition of a single tear, joy and sorrow are so often intertwined.

Mine, as a mother, is not to encourage the attainment of some unblemished reality, but to embrace the scars as extraordinary, even necessary to a beautiful life.

Of all the words that have fallen out of me, the ones that resonate the most were written exactly one year ago*—

Transformation has a plan of its own.
It sneaks up behind us and catches us off guard.
The depth of its intention is impossible for the mind to detect—the outcome of its Divine Intrusion depends on how far we are willing to lean in.

This is how to live like a mother, it seems—

To do all things possible to close the gap between what is longed for and what is...

living less in expectation and more in expectancy.

MORE WORDS ON LIVING LIKE A MOTHER—
https://www.sanctuaryliving.life/like-a-mother/