Mothers Day May 8, 2016
Mothers or Moth Herders?
Mother, the word seems awkward to me as I write, like "moth herder".
Actually, being a mother might sometimes feel like herding moths,
moths that must be corrected, protected, fed, comforted, listened to, educated, entertained, disciplined, trained...and then to just ...fly away?
Something about becoming a mother ignites a warm LIGHT in us, a light that our children can never imagine going out, shining alarmingly bright in times of danger or glowing softly by the bedside of a feverish, sleeping child.
Our children will become adults and "fly away" but they still find themselves drawn back. They like to come home to the light and find it still glowing, perhaps more softly these days, muted by age, different hormone levels, and sometimes the cares of this new season of life.
Even in death every mother leaves her light, it is never extinguished because It glows in the hearts of her children providing comfort and guidance to new little wings,
Wings we sometimes have to say to as my Dad once said to me, "Wait a little longer, til your little wings are stronger".
Lin Willett
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