Today, we’re so excited to be kicking off the first week of our eight-week series, “Spirited Mom: A Fruity Look at Mothering“! Each week, we will be focusing on a different Fruit of the Spirit and how it applies to mothering. This week, we’re discussing “Love.” Our amazing and awesome MOMtor Susan Baker of This Happy Mom is here to start us off right!
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by Susan Baker, Regular MOMtor Contributor
When I was pregnant with my second son, I developed an obsession with the small packages of Famous Amos Chocolate Chip Cookies that were sold at the vending machine at work.
Whenever I opened the bag, I spent at least a minute enjoying the smell right after I opened the bag. As I ate them, I felt with my fingers to estimate how many chocolate chips are on each cookie. I saved the bumpiest, most chip-laden cookie for last.
If anyone had asked me for a cookie, I would have hit them… or at least given them a dirty look and THOUGHT about hitting them. In the throes of pregnancy, I felt strongly that “cookie theft” would have qualified as grounds for divorce.
It was about this time that my older son discovered cookies. He was about 14 months old at the time and I quickly became an expert in the art of hiding my mom-snacks.
You know what happened next.
I thought I was safely hidden as I munched my way through a tiny bag of chocolate chip ambrosia – I wasn’t. My sweet son discovered me with a cookie in my mouth and my hand crammed into the tiny bag. There was no hiding the evidence.
He looked up at me with big sweet eyes, held out his hands, and gestured for a cookie.
I gave him the bag. It had exactly ONE cookie left – the bumpy one with the most chocolate chips.
If it had been anyone but my son, I would have refused… perhaps violently and loudly. But I simply gave him the cookie and smiled.
He walked away, oblivious to his narrow escape.
That was seven years ago, but I can remember thinking “this is love.”
One of the biggest mysteries of my life is how momma love works. I will never fathom how I went from chocolate chip cookie crazed hormonal preggo woman to loving giving mom in the blink of an eye. But I did.
The cookie incident is just one in a long series. Each time I feel myself pushed and stretched and stressed beyond what I thought I could endure, it’s momma love that carries me through.
Each time I tap into that supernatural momma love, I know I’m tapping into something bigger and stronger and more powerful than I am.
Love is patient, love is kind…it is not self-seeking… (1 Corinthians 13:4-5, NIV)
If that’s not a perfect description of momma love, then I don’t know what is.
I’m not a perfect mom. I have temper tantrums. I lose my patience. I forget things I’ve promised. Sometimes, I still hide in the closet and eat the cookie without sharing it.
I may not be a perfect mom, but I have figured out the source of momma love!
But the fruit of the Spirit is love… (Galatians 5:22 NIV)
I may not be a perfect mom, but when I get it right and I’m fully powered by momma love, I can rock this motherhood thing… even when it means sharing my cookies.
Houston Mom Blogger Susan Baker writes at ThisHappyMom and has a passion for encouraging weary worn out moms to find joy in everyday motherhood. She has two elementary school boys, one engineering husband, and one cat. She has a strange fascination for eggs, socks, and books. She spends far too much time on Social Media and at Target. She is crazy in love with her family. She serves an amazing God. She lives an ordinary life filled with wonder.