Motherhood Manifestations

Several times in the last few weeks I have had some strong manifestations from the Spirit and out pouring of love from my Heavenly Father.  Tonight I experienced one such feeling. 

The older boys were gone with dad for baseball and I had put X and L down to bed.  I was trying to calm M down for the night.  I wrapped him in a blanket and started walking around the dark, quiet house with him.  Some windows were open and the cool, spring air floated in with a hint of rain.  Through the dim street light pouring in through a window, I looked down at my growing babe.  He was sucking contentedly on his two chubby little fingers and his big dark round eyes were staring up at me with such a look of complete confidence in me.  I smiled at him and hugged him closer as we just walked and looked at each other for quite a while.  A feeling of peace washed over me as the spirit again bore witness that the Lord was indeed aware of me and my needs and desires and fears and hopes.  He bore witness to me of the sanctity of motherhood and of the good I am doing within the walls of my home.  But mostly I felt an overwhelming feeling of love for this great little soul who has graced our home recently.  I just held him and looked at him by the faint light and smelled his new smell and felt his warm, chubby body against mine and felt him breath.  And we just looked at each other and that big huge sensation of love just overflowed from my heart and out of my eyes as I cuddled this little bundle up next to me. 

So much love, so much faith, so much forgiveness all wrapped up in that little blanket.  I am realizing more and more that these souls who are sent to me are much wiser and more spiritual than I.  And they consented to come down to me and allow me to raise them and put trust in me to lead them and guide them and teach them.  But, alas, again, I realize that it is I who am learning from them.  Every day I learn patience and peace, and love and letting go, and selflessness and service.  These little big souls teach me.  They were sent to me to teach me, not the other way around.  How grateful I am for this opportunity and blessing to be a mother of these wise, great ones.  And how grateful I have been for the Lord making this known to me even amidst these hours and days and weeks of sleep deprivation and diaper changing and baseball practice and laundry and dishes and lessons and meals to be made.

I am grateful for these small, quiet moments when I feel my Savior's love.  Moments that make everything all worth it.

My On-Going List of Read Alouds

Mary Poppins
Pollyanna
Peter Pan
Redwall
Strawberry Girl
The Princess and the Goblin
Black Beauty
The Door in the Wall
A Little Princess
Wind in the Willows
Just David
Stone Fox
The Last of the Really Great Wangdoodles
The Jungle Book
Anne of Green Gables