Mother of the Living

“Remember when I didn’t have you, babe? I was headed downhill. Now that I have you, I’ve been able to do so much with my life” my husband said last night out of the blue.

It was just the reminder I needed. I’ve been reading in Genesis where Adam names Eve the, “mother of all living things.” (Genesis 3:20)

Out of the side of Adam she was formed; to the side of her husband she stood. We are equal partners in this journey we call life. My sacrifices can help my husband thrive. His sacrifices can help me flourish. It’s a mutual partnership of adoration. Seemingly unnoticed things become the very thing that propels them forward both physically and spiritually. In the same way, they reciprocate love by offering their own sacrifices. It’s a ripple effect. 

The quiet unseen moments of motherhood-yes, they matter. You, “the mother of living things” is shaping your child, propelling them forward. Every small choice you make-snowballs. As Brene Brown puts it, “First and foremost, we need to be a the adults we want our children to be.”

Sometimes, we forget, as the mother of living things, we are the soft place to land, the encouraging word that pushes them forward, the safe-space to bounce ideas off of, or the strong confidence that pushes them towards their dreams. So, mama, today, wave that flag valiantly-you my friend, are the mother of, “living things.”