My baby is getting married, wow, talk about time flying.
As I scrolled through the many engagement photos this morning, I couldn't help but think about life as a mom.
Before I became a mother, I always envisioned myself a mom of little girls, after all, which woman doesn't dream about hair bows and cute dresses, pigtails and sweet kisses.
But God had other plans.
Motherhood for me took a turn in a different direction and out the window went my girly imagination.
Instead, I learned to wrestle. I played in dirt and threw baseballs. I collected bugs and stamps and Pokemon cards. I lived in a world of action-heroes and villains. I played with cars and trucks and video games. And I learned very quickly that [in a boys life] peeing in a toilet had nothing to do with aim, and everything to do with walls.
I learned that toughness and rough-housing was part of the game. And life with boys would never be the same.
But then one day my boys grew up and things changed. We went from boogers and mud to cologne and dating. And it was then I realized the inevitable—GIRLS. Yup, "they" had arrived and I was about to lose my mind.
I remember the first time each of my boys had their hearts broken. I am not a violent person but man I wanted to beat someone up.
It's an unsteady feeling, for a mom of boys, and there was no way on earth [the mama bear in me] was going to let girls hurt them. But I learned very quickly that I had no control over the heart and all I could do was pray for their healing and console them through the process.
In time, we all moved on. But in an odd way, it was through that pain that I learned to continuously pray for their soulmates. Life isn’t always nice and I knew I wouldn’t always have control. But I also knew that God was gracious and what I asked for, He would provide, if it was His will.
So as far back as I can remember, I would pray to God for my children; for their future, for their education, for their successes, and yes, even for their love life. I was constantly in God’s ear; wishing and praying and asking. Because as a mother, that’s all I wanted for them, a good, prosperous life. And a good woman who would be a blessing in their lives.
Well, God is a Great God and He didn’t bless me with one beautiful daughter-in-law, He showered me with two.
I’ve always heard that a mom of boys loses them to marriage. But I’m here to debunk that theory, that myth, that curse. For you see, a mom of boys doesn’t lose her sons to matrimony, she actually gains the daughters she never had.
And in order for me to have a great relationship with my soon-to-be, new daughter, I have to do my part. I have to respect and honor and love and cherish her. I have to let go of my son and let him be one with her. I thank God for giving me this wisdom. And I thank Him for the beautiful woman He graced my Joshua with.
I pray that with each and every day she loves my son, and that her love swells and overflows. I pray the same for him. I hope as the two of them build a life together that they never forget how that life was built. I pray they stand strong together, for they will need each other in this life. I pray they support each other. Love each other. Pray with each other. And through it all, I pray they both always fall back on the foundation of God and the life they built together—and may they always remember why they chose to stand there.