I was reading on another web page earlier and the question was asked, "What has helped you through the most difficult times in raising your children." It made me stop and think.
We are not done training our children yet, They are 17,12 & 11 so they are getting up there fast but here was my Off the Top of My Head, Instinctive response to the question.
I prayed for 7 years to have my first baby. I had a LOT of miscarriages but it took 7 years before God answered my prayers and gave me my son.
From day one to now, 17 years later at 6ft6', he has and always will be the "Son of My Heart" When he was 3 days old I took him to church and handed him to the Preacher and with my family standing around the Preacher held him, thanked God for answering not just mine but my family and the church's years of praying and we gave him back to God.
I thought, through circumstances that he would be my only child. But when he was 5 we had a tiny little girl the "Daughter of My Love". Once again we gave her back to God as I was finding out I had cancer and would never have any more children after surgery....6 months later I was pregnant and had cancer again! "You won't make it." "The baby will never survive." BUT...Our last son was born ON HIS DUE DATE, having survived 5 surgeries with me! He is the "Son of My Life".
We are far from a perfect family. I was abused by a "family friend" as a child and still bear the scars emotionally, I survived a 12 year marriage to a drunk and abusive husband, & now being bedridden with a bad back I get snippy and short tempered, then I cry buckets...
BUT at the end of each day when each one of my "Babies" wrap their precious arms around me and kiss me good night and tell me they love me and are praying for me...I take it all and put it back in my Savior's Hands where I placed it the day I gave each of them back to Him. They aren't really mine, I just get the Joy and Privilege of teaching them and watching them grow into what God would have them be!
We are not done training our children yet, They are 17,12 & 11 so they are getting up there fast but here was my Off the Top of My Head, Instinctive response to the question.
I prayed for 7 years to have my first baby. I had a LOT of miscarriages but it took 7 years before God answered my prayers and gave me my son.
From day one to now, 17 years later at 6ft6', he has and always will be the "Son of My Heart" When he was 3 days old I took him to church and handed him to the Preacher and with my family standing around the Preacher held him, thanked God for answering not just mine but my family and the church's years of praying and we gave him back to God.
I thought, through circumstances that he would be my only child. But when he was 5 we had a tiny little girl the "Daughter of My Love". Once again we gave her back to God as I was finding out I had cancer and would never have any more children after surgery....6 months later I was pregnant and had cancer again! "You won't make it." "The baby will never survive." BUT...Our last son was born ON HIS DUE DATE, having survived 5 surgeries with me! He is the "Son of My Life".
We are far from a perfect family. I was abused by a "family friend" as a child and still bear the scars emotionally, I survived a 12 year marriage to a drunk and abusive husband, & now being bedridden with a bad back I get snippy and short tempered, then I cry buckets...
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| My "Life" "Love" & "Heart" in 2006 ~ Ninilchik, Alaska |
BUT at the end of each day when each one of my "Babies" wrap their precious arms around me and kiss me good night and tell me they love me and are praying for me...I take it all and put it back in my Savior's Hands where I placed it the day I gave each of them back to Him. They aren't really mine, I just get the Joy and Privilege of teaching them and watching them grow into what God would have them be!
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