I met an old friend last week. I remembered her preggy days, those days we constantly talked about “becoming a mom”, almost every single day.
We talked about several things, and she asked me my a few questions, too. She asked about the things to expect when expecting, my first trimester experience, my diet, the music I listened to, and my excruciating experience of giving birth. Those were easy to answer, but the most knotty one was, “How was your first day as a mom?”
Kyle, just like any other baby, looked very fragile when he was little. I was too scared to carry him without assistance as I might hold him in a position that could hurt him. And so my own mom was always there to guide and teach me.
Bu there was a time when my mom went out to buy food and my little boy suddenly cried. Without any second thought, I carried my child, breastfed him, until he was calmed. My husband called it mommy instinct. I said it was love. It felt great. I felt great being a “mom”.
But giving birth does not also mean gaining the “mommy skills” instantly. I have learned and I am still learning my mommy skills every single day. I also still call my mom for her wisdom. And in some occasions that I feel anxious not knowing what to do, I read this verse I have copied in my planner:
I am wonderful, and my works are wonderful. I love saying that!
Going back to my old friend who is now a mom herself, I asked her how she is and she proudly answered, “I am good! I can do so many things in a single day: changing diapers, washing clothes, breastfeeding, cooking for the family…. I am a mom!” She’s doing a great job, right? =)
Our bodies are indeed temples of the Holy Spirit. We are blessed and we are blessing to our kids. We are wonderfully made. Our works are wonderful. Let’s celebrate!