The picture above was taken in 2004 after the birth of my fourth little girl. My earliest moments with my newborn babies have moved me deeply.
I rediscovered one such moment recently in my journal from an entry in August 2016. I had a new baby again (a boy of all things!) after 12 years of childlessness (more about that here.) I had taken my new son outside to sit under a billowing tree. Here’s what I wrote:
I remembered how, as a baby, Allison loved to gaze up into the trees and seemed mesmerized by them. So I took Rhett outside. Rhett and I sat beneath the ash tree, and he gazed. I rubbed his cheeks and chest and feet as he eased seamlessly from wakefulness to sleep—his little solemn face turned straight to the sky in utter peacefulness.
I’m so thankful to be a mother—again. To be HIS mother. As he lay there sleeping, I prayed for the mothers of the world. I prayed that they would know how much they are needed. I prayed that they would want their babies and want to raise their babies. I prayed that they would find nobility and purpose in raising up the world. I prayed that the mothers who are struggling to be patient with their tiny ones today will find patience inside of them and choose kindness instead of rage.
The world needs mothers. In fact, I’m convinced it cannot go on successfully without them. The women of the world must return, purposefully, to motherhood and in so doing, save the world. There is no other way.
My tears rained down on Rhett’s chest as I considered the weight of motherhood both for me personally and for the world… I had the thought that the young women of today, who have so few solid role models for motherhood, need a guide called, ‘How to Be a Mother.’
But how would you possibly write such a volume? You’d have to write a whole life.”
Moms, your whole life is vital to the survival and thriving of civilization. The work you do—especially the parts no one else sees—secures, sanctifies, and saves the world.
Never forget that—and never give up.
With love,
Kimberly
Me and my boy