My Second Mama's Day

My second Mother's Day.

Third if you count the one that fell five days after we found out we would soon be a trio.

Words fail me when it comes to being a Mama.

Everyday I am blown away, mesmerized, in awe and adoration of my son. He sure takes after his Daddy in the way he can always make me smile. 

I seriously can't understand why I am so blessed to be the one Huxley runs to for comfort, love, and protection.

It's humbling.

To keep my bearings I often read this excerpt from Kahil Gibran's The Prophet "On Children": 

Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.

I pray everyday God gives me the strength, courage, wisdom and compassion to help guide and raise Huxley into a God glorifying man who never stops seeking adventure & always follows his passions.

Happy Mama's Day, all you amazing women.

 

xo