As I am thinking about the sacrifices a mother needs to make for her children, I am holding my sweet little boy who is – finally – sleeping while my stomach is crying for some food. I am leery to put him down because I really want him to sleep, knowing it will make him feel better, seeing how he’s been having a little bit of a rough day. Then again, I also know I need to take care of myself. What a toss-up. If only there was a simple answer to things like that. The last six week of my life have been absolutely crazy. I have learned what it means to sacrifice more in the last six weeks than I ever have. Sacrifice sleep, food, a good relaxed shower, my sanity, my body, and many other things. So why on earth would someone do that willingly? I can see at least two good reasons:
1) Because it’s worth it! Being a mother and seeing the smiles on your baby’s face makes all the long hours absolutely worth it. Every bit of it. To think that one day my sweet little boy will be all grown up is mind blowing. He’s so tiny and helpless, and one day he may be holding his own bundle of joy. Need I say more?
2) Because God sacrificed The sacrifices I have to make, by getting up in the middle of the night to take care of my little guy are nothing compared to the sacrifice God made. I cannot even imagine letting my son die for someone who spits in my face. I cannot even imagine letting my son die for someone I like. My sacrifice is actually really, really small compared to God’s.
Well, I put my son down and it didn’t take long to give me those sad eyes and start crying, so, while my bagel is toasting I shall end this post to feed my precious little boy