As I rocked little Lincoln to sleep tonight on our second Mothers Day together (well, third if you count that day in May two years ago when his little life was snuggled inside me and I just didn’t know it yet), I whispered to him how grateful I am to be his mother. Being his mom makes me feel powerful and beautiful and capable. Somehow it also helps me be humble, meek, and kind. I whispered that while it may be my job to teach him, I am amazed by all the things that he has been teaching me. I have grown more in these short 16 months of motherhood than in any other, and in them I have found the person I hope to become.
I also thought today of this sweet life still tucked inside, and how excited I am to raise a future mother. I hope someday my little girl finds the same sense of purpose, divinity, and joy in motherhood. And I already look forward to the day when she, through mothering her own children, will begin to understand how much I have loved her.
I am so grateful to a God who trusts the sacred responsibility of bearing and raising His children to His daughters. And I am equally grateful that He is there to strengthen and guide me when the road is rocky and steep. I started my morning off in bed, while the boys played in the living room, reading the words of Elder Holland to myself:
“To all of our mothers everywhere, past, present, or future, I say, “Thank you. Thank you for giving birth, for shaping souls, for forming character, and for demonstrating the pure love of Christ.” To Mother Eve, to Sarah, Rebekah, and Rachel, to Mary of Nazareth, and to a Mother in Heaven, I say, “Thank you for your crucial role in fulfilling the purposes of eternity.” To all mothers in every circumstance, including those who struggle—and all will—I say, “Be peaceful. Believe in God and yourself. You are doing better than you think you are. In fact, you are saviors on Mount Zion, and like the Master you follow, your love ‘never faileth.’ ”