I Love My Name

I dearly love my name - the one my son calls me - "Mom." I can not think of a sweeter, more lovely word in the entire world of languages. I don't care what the translation, I love the name "Mom."

You see, there was a time in my life when I didn't think I would enjoy the privilege of being called "Mom." First, I never thought I would find my prince charming, and then, doctors told me I couldn't have children. Well, it's a good thing our God is bigger than that!! I guess he showed me and we showed them!!

But how I came to post this is that last night, Jacob was taking a bath in the whirlpool (which by the way sits in my bedroom - yeah, I know, that is for an entirely different post). He had the tub about half full, playing with his boats, toy sharks, whales and crocodiles, having a blast. I was sitting on the bed watching him in awe. Every few seconds he would say, "Hey Mom, watch this" while his shark or whale would perform some wonderous trick in the water. I would say, "Wow, that's amazing" or "I wonder if a shark can really do that?" and he would then tell me all about what it can or can not really do.
But, I just kep watching him, thinking - He is my son. He came through me. This wonderfully handsome, brilliant, compassionate, loving little boy was sent by my God, through me - for me to love and nurture, to teach and lead to spend his life serving our awesome God. Wow!! What a gift I've been given!

I just can't imagine my life without Jacob. I don't think I would have been able to make this journey of life in this same direction. Which is exactly why I believe God sent him to me. I am supposed to be setting an example for Jacob. I am supposed to be shaping and molding him - but the real truth in this household is that Jacob is shaping and molding me. He helps me stay focused on the important things. He is a constant, tangible reminder everyday of God's grace and love for me.

So, no matter what the tone of voice - the excited, "Mom, Mom, watch this" or the baffled, "Mom, where is my . . ." or the demanding, "Moooooooom, come here a minute" or the sweet, "Good night, Mom, I love you." I will never get tired of my name. It is blessed and ordained by my God. And, I am very humbled to carry it in this life. I will never take it for granted - and I will answer it ever time I hear it - and those times when I don't hear it.

Well, I must end this post - I hear my name being called.

Blessings.