Today we have a guest post by Jenny Ervin of A Mother’s Heritage:
They rocked their babies gently with the blankets wrapped carefully around each one. When it was time to pray all three began their motherly sway as they tenderly bounced their little ones to sleep during family worship. Yes, there they stood. My three little girls pretending to do what they have seen many, many times. And my heart smiles inside.
There is nothing I would rather my daughters imitate than mothering. Caring tenderly for the life of another, being a nourisher and giver of ones self is a high calling. In a time when we have “take our daughters to work” day, and “career day” this is where I want their little feminine hearts to beat.
The world cries out daily in it’s loud voice to quench these longings towards the home. Home is deemed second place. And we pummel our little girls with questions of what they want to be when they grow up. When they answer with bright eyes and joyful lips “I want to be a Mommy!” the enemy voices seek to spring up and give us doubt. “Of course, you want to be a mommy… but what else?”
Isn’t that enough? Isn’t it enough to be raising the next generation? Isn’t it enough to have a small army under you that you are training for God? Isn’t it enough to be growing little minds, hearts and souls in the rich soil of the gospel…planting seeds of truth to bear fruit, with His blessing? Isn’t it enough to have a gospel nursery right there in your small suburban home, or in your tucked away country dwelling?
Yes, it is enough. God deems it so. He loves this high calling and so should we.
And so when other girls might be fixated on the next fad in clothing, and what career path they will be focusing on…I joy to see my little ladies rocking away with their dollies. I delight in seeing the practiced way they lovingly dress and care for their charges, pretending to bring them to “Grandma Jenny”. It is sweet to see them lifting their shirts to pretend to give nourishment to another, and kissing a sweet little head of their imaginary child. They are practicing…and it warms my heart. They are valuing one of the things that is precious to the Lord.
This also causes me to stop and think…what am I modeling for my girls? With my own 8 month old I am a daily an example to my other young ones. Do they see me sigh in frustration when the needs of my baby interrupt my previous plans. Do they hear me complain when I have been awakened many times in the night to feed my baby?
Or, am I exemplifying a spirit of joyful, sacrificial, radiant motherhood?
Do my children see me giving of myself cheerfully?
Do my children know that they delight me?
I pray that more and more these latter attitudes will pervade my home, and may the sweet aroma of the Titus 2 graces fill your dwellings as well.