The miracle of motherhood

October 2013 at the Pumpkin patch

As my journey to become a mother spans several decades and more detail than I'll share today, I consider the fact that I am mother to an amazing 7-year old daughter a true miracle. Each day presents its rewarding and challenging aspects - but then again doesn't everything?!

She is a spirited young lady with wit, charm and a shared love of laughter. She's a great helper, hugger and truly an all-around kind-hearted person. The miracle is in the fact that I've learned to pause long enough to truly enjoy her on a daily basis.

Sometimes that enjoyment doesn't come in the grocery store or when I'm in a hurry to get out of the house. Yet those are the moments that I need to remember most the miracle of motherhood. This amazing child is learning and growing each day - right before my eyes.

And last evening when we were reading our Advent story and she was snuggled in the chair with me, smelling of freshly-shampooed hair I thought, it just doesn't get any better than this! What a miracle to be warm, safe and wrapped up with her!

The miracle of motherhood doesn't just happen at the child's birth - but continues as the role of mother evolves over time. Is there any better miracle to be celebrating as Christmas approaches?

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