When God gave me you . . . 

He knew my heart would swell to overflowing. He knew I’d love you from the sight of those first pink lines, the sound of that first heartbeat, the feel of those first kicks.

When God gave me you . . . 

He knew my heart would break into a thousand pieces. He knew I would cry. He knew the love I would feel would be too big to be contained inside my heart at times—that it would spill over and out in the form of tears.

When God gave me you . . . 

He knew I would worry about so many things—things I could change and many things I could not. He knew I’d worry if you were eating enough as an infant and learning enough as a toddler. He knew I’d worry as I walked you into kindergarten and as you graduate from high school. He knew I’d worry when you got sick and when your heart hurt because a friend hurt your feelings.

When God gave me you . . . 

He knew I would know fear . . . so much fear at times. Fear that could strangle the joy and hope from my heart if I let it, but He was always there to remind me to “fear not”.

When God gave me you . . . 

He knew I would struggle. He knew I would wonder if I was making the right decisions for you, and pray daily that I was. He knew I would long with all my heart to be the best mama for you, but would sometimes feel like a failure.

He knew it would be hard on this mama’s heart watching you grow and learning to let you go.

When God gave me you . . . 

He knew I would laugh. Oh, the smiles I have smiled and the laughs I have laughed just because of you. You bring me joy—so much joy. He knew we’d dance in the kitchen, take walks down the street, and blow bubbles in the yard.

When God gave me you . . . 

He knew I’d mess up some things—make some mistakes along the way. He knew I’d lose my patience and say things I would later regret. He knew I wouldn’t always know exactly how to parent you well or the best decisions to make no matter how badly I wanted to make the right ones.

When God gave me you . . . 

He knew I’d be imperfect, but He also knew I’d be the perfect mama for you.

And oh, how thankful I am for the day . . . 

When God gave me you.

This post originally appeared on No Mama’s Perfect

 

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Ginger Hughes

Ginger Hughes is the wife of a pastor, a mother to Ella and Elam, and a part-time accountant.  She is a Georgia native, but presently calls the foothills of North Carolina home.  She loves coffee, nature, and reading, but with two children under six, she struggles to find time in the day for any of the above!   She is a Christ follower and a fellow struggler on life’s journey who seeks to find joy in the everyday. Her passion for writing is fueled by the desire to offer encouragement, grace, and a deeper understanding that we are all God’s children, that we are not alone in our brokenness, and that we are all deeply loved.  You can read more of her writings at nomamasperfect.com