"A mom-heart doesn’t change just because her kids are adults. And no one can ever take that spot in a child’s heart... grown or not. As I’ve gotten older, my mom still does the same motherly things she’s always done, now for me and my babies. She still stands outside, rain or shine, and waves goodbye as we leave."
I was raising my own worst nightmare. Smack dab in the middle of my brood of five kids, was a charismatic, sassy, leggy, blonde, dance-y, athletic girl oozing confidence...
I’ve noticed a trend among Christians, myself included, and it troubles me. Our rote response to material windfalls is to call ourselves blessed. Like the “amen” at the end of a prayer.
