Someone recently remarked to me that they admired me for what I did with Jonalyn. They questioned whether they would be able to do it. They didn’t think they would be able to handle that kind of life.
But it’s not a question of whether or not I can do it. I must do it. Jonalyn is my daughter. I love her dearly. I do what any mother would do for their child. I take care of her. I teach her. I discipline her. I love her. That’s all. Nothing more. True, I will be doing this for her for the rest of her life. But would my friend do any less for a child she loved?
I don’t want to be admired for what I do for Jonalyn. I’m not special or heroic. When people say that to me, I’m uncomfortable. I’m simply doing my job as a mother. Because I went into this willingly doesn’t make me special. It makes me someone who loves her daughter.
I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.
That’s lovely Liz! I feel the same way when people say that they could never have 6 kids, so therefore I must be superwoman… I’m NOT! I can’t say, “Oops, now my life’s a bit too full – just put one baby back.” I cope because I have to, because I love them all, and because I gain my strength from Him!
You’re a good mom!