To inspire, written by Deena Siddle
And because you are sons, God has sent the Spirit of His Son into our hearts, crying, “ Abba , Father! ” So you are no longer a slave but a son, and if a son, then an heir through God.
Galatians 4:6-7 HCSB
https://bible.com/bible/72/gal.4.6-7.HCSB
Are you living like an heir?
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I know I’m not alone in this; it is something that each and every woman and little girl goes through in life. We say that it will never happen to us, “No, not me, I will never be like her when I grow up, not me! I will do it so much better then she did!”
Then one day without even knowing how it happens, out pop the words of your mother from your mouth! You clamp your lips shut so tight as fast as you can, hoping at first no one heard and no more will come out.
When we are small we watch our mommy’s and want to be just like them. They are our heroes, our protectors. Or most mommies’ are, some are not, and even those little girls look to their mommies’ to see who they should be.
As time goes by, I call it God’s perfect design, it helps us to let them go. Our little girls become these young women that – let’s just say – make us pray.
It is at that time they will say, “I will do it better with my daughter some day.”
Time will pass, just wait and see, soon she will be a mom of two or three and when she least expects it, she will hear your words come out of her mouth, she will be stunned and shocked.
My prayer is that a smile will then spread across her face as she realizes that it is not a bad thing to be like mom after all.
So no matter what age your children are lead by example, for all eyes are watching and they will grow up to be like you good or bad. They see what you are doing each and everyday. Are you helping those around you along the way, do you give of your time or sit and watch TV, and yell for them to go play and leave you be?
What kind of mommy do you what your daughter to be?
She may only be 22 years old but she is one of the most amazing young people that I know, and I don’t say that just because I’m her Mom. If you knew my KC, and some of you reading this will, you would agree that she is a very strong young woman.
She had a rough start in life. She was 7 weeks early and very small. We never had a fear that we would lose her, because even at the start she knew how to fight.
There were 3 babies born in the family all within 10 days of each other. The doctors said, “Don’t compare her to them, she will be slow in her stages, remember she is 7 weeks behind them.”
Despite their warnings, she did crawl first, talk first, and walk first! She has always done well at things she has set her mind to do (and added her own flair).
She is 6 years younger then our other 3 children. They had each other most of the time where KC learned to stand strong and walk free. She was never afraid to try something new, like barking at cars. Her siblings talked her into that one. The only 16 year old girl I know who was thrilled to get a arc welder for her birthday.
KC was a strong willed child to say the least. When she moved to the coast it made her so mad that people treated her like a child as she looked to start her new life. Looking for apartments became a problem, she had worked for the money and saved enough, but people look at a 20 year old and think she will party and play too much. She worked two jobs and went to school, parties were never her style.
It took her until she was 22 to get her own place, but she never gave up on working hard, always having at least two jobs or working harder then anyone at the one she has.
She is hard headed, I say she gets that from her Dad, he would say it is from me. She has built a great group of friends that she is loyal and true with to the end. Her family is important to her, she loves her nieces and she will go out of her way to make sure her mommy is taken care of when she hears I’m needy in some way.
The world will tell you that there is no hope in our youth, I have to say, “Not in this young lady.” With God as her guide she will go far. She knows what she is working for and is not afraid to stand up for her beliefs.
KC is not afraid to tell any young guy right off the bat, “I don’t play like that!” She stands her ground and respects herself and has found the guy that respects her too.
It is important to be true to yourself. In all things KC knows what she wants and is willing to work and wait. She is my daughter, but she is someone that I look up to!
I wish I had been more like her at her age.
I have been blessed to be a Mom four times in my life. Each time, I had to fight for that right. I already shared with you about the story of How a Mom always protects! I also had to fight to be a Mom to my to middle daughters as well.
My marriage to the boy from high school didn’t last long, only 3 years. He did join the Air Force, and right away he seemed to forget he was married while away from home! I don’t harbor bad feelings for him. I can look back and say I didn’t believe that it was ever love in the first place. We got married because I was pregnant. I wouldn’t change things though; it is because of him I have our son.
I did however meet a wonderful man who is everything to me, and he had two very cute little girls, ages three and four. In the beginning, I have to say, I never really gave much thought to being a ‘Mom’ to them. They had a Mom, and I did not want to replace her. I had many of my step-mom’s try to be all “momish” on me (yes, that is a word in my dictionary), and I really didn’t know what my role would be in their world. Plus, it kind of depends on the lead of the Dad. My son’s father had not been that big of a part of his kid’s life since the divorce, three years early. So I really didn’t know what to expect.
Scott of course is different, his kids are the world to him, and soon they would mean just as much to me. So we are just one big happy, ‘blended’ family. One of the best ways that we found to make that happen is to never call someone a “step”, whether it was a child, or a parent. It just never set well with me as a kid when my step-mom’s would do it. I always felt like they were making a point to tell the world. “HEY! THIS DOES NOT BE LONG TO ME!” , and I think that goes the same for both sides. We just never did that in our new family; we were just mom and dad, and they are just son and daughters, no one needed to know that we were not the biological parent, and these are not our children.
Then even when we decided to have one together, it was still a fight! We lost three trying and the Dr’s had to take our daughter at seven weeks premature to save my life. I just did not do babies well! So it was a good thing that I married the two.
As you can imagine, the three who were ages five, four, and three when we got married, were like raising a pack sometimes. Then, six years later, along comes one more! And at the end of this Mom ‘gig’, she was like an only child, the next oldest moved out six years earlier. The older ones say she is the spoiled one; she says if she is, she deserves it, because she couldn’t get away with anything. No one was there to distract us, unlike the others who shared the troubles.
Each and every child has brought me joy, pain, smiles, tears; I love them all, with all my heart, and am blessed to be called Mom by one and all of my children.
One Woman Delivered 