My favorite mom moment…
CWO is hosting some writing challenges. Challenge #2 actually end before Challenge #1, the last day for posting is tomorrow, April 7. The challege: “Tell us about your favorite "Mom Moment." We're looking for a story that tugs on our heart, perhaps funny or heartwarming--give us your best.” This article is my submission to the blog challenge sponsored by Darlene Schacht, Author of The Mom Complex.
There are days I wonder if I am doing it right…many more days than I often care to admit. As a homeschooling mom I have opted to place the burden of imparting wisdom to my boys on myself first. As a Christian mother I know no other option than that I am responsible for (at least at this age) their relationship with God. It is daily from me that they learn about God. Mine is the first opinion they ask when they have questions about the world around them. I know I have a lifetime to share with them, but one moment can affect a lifetime. And lifetimes are not all the same for everyone. My husband is a wonderful, responsible and believing husband, but in caring for us, sometimes he puts in long hours, so I am the first watch in this house.
Roo, my oldest and more serious first born has always had questions about God. He is nine and a half now. And, in the last few years, more questions about how we know, really know that God is real, have been asked. That even if He is really real, how do we know He cares about us?
We have walked through Scripture, we have memorized verses. This is the child that at five could stand with the pastor in front of church and give a verse for almost every letter of the alphabet. The brain is on full speed. The teaching and preaching and doctrine have been put in…but that brain works so hard and fast some days coming up with questions. He runs on full gear with other things too like computers and LEGOs and other boys stuff and science and how does that work and can I build this and…well maybe you get a glimpse of the picture. But it’s the questions about God that take my breath away, I can tell they cause him to stop and ponder deeply. There has been this sad little look in his eyes and I just want to say—“I will believe enough for both of us, until I can find the right words to make you believe!” But that is not the right answer.
About a month ago, after a long break, we started attending church again. We started attending a church that my husband and I had both grown up in, but neither son had even been exposed to. The boys wanted to go back to church. Roo has hung on every word from Scripture, every note from the sermon, he has listened and I think he is hearing God.
As a family, in addition to celebrating the Resurrection of our Savior, we have celebrated Passover for five years now. Our Passover tells two stories. The first of God’s provision to rescue the Children of Israel from Egypt, of Moses and then ten plagues. We talk of the unblemished lamb, sacrificed and the blood on the doorposts, to keep the Angel of Death from killing the first born. Our second story is of the Perfect Lamb, the Lamb without sin who shared His last Passover with his disciples and washed their feet and prayed for them and gave Himself, sacrificed Himself that we may have salvation.
This year Roo started asking more questions than the normal and usual ones. He started to ask about Jesus/Yeshua who prayed in the garden so fervently that His sweat ran like blood. He asked if it hurt when He was nailed on the cross. He asked, “Why.” And when the answer finally came to, “For everyone, for us, for you.” Roo was very, very quiet. And those very dark eyes were almost as full as mine. For, I think, at that moment it clicked. The Light of the World went on for sure and forever in that little heart.
And that is the moment this momma has lived for .