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As a mother, I often find myself grappling with fear, to be honest. It’s a feeling that seems to have taken up permanent residence within me. One moment, I hold my fragile bundle, afraid that the world might break them. The next, I’m chasing after an “energizer bunny,” navigating the countless hazards lurking at home. Then, I listen as my child reasons in ways that leave me at a loss for words, uncertain of how to respond. And there are the battles against hormones they struggle to understand, ones that lead them to make choices that leave me on my knees in prayer. I wonder, are they emotionally stable? Are they lacking in any way? And if there’s even the slightest sign that something might be wrong, I lament and question what I could have done differently.
Yet, amidst the challenges, motherhood finds its balance, and those moments leave me in awe. Like the day I receive a heartfelt card or witness them triumph over hurdles they once thought insurmountable. And then there are those simple hugs that reassure me that all is right with the world.
I will continue this journey of motherhood with eyes wide open, seeking guidance through prayer and placing my faith in the One who knows what’s best for me and my children.
