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| Joshua age Two |
When Joshua turned
a year old, I left him and his siblings with their daddy on my grocery shopping
days. No longer did I have to bend over a car seat and unbuckle Joshua and haul
three children down the aisles for my bimonthly groceries.
As I pulled out
of the driveway, my husband held Joshua up to the window and helped him wave
good-bye. I enjoyed my break for that hour and a half from housework and three
children.
Hurrying through my errands, I imagined Joshua crying for me.
As I’d drive back
into our driveway, Daddy and baby would peer through the dining room window.
Joshua most often had his face scrunched while he cried. By the time I opened
the front door, Joshua would met me in the hallway and leap into my arms.
I sat on the
couch and nursed him, while everyone brought in the groceries and put them
away. On the shopping days when he had sobbed the worst, I brushed his sweaty
hair from his forehead.
I kissed his tear-drenched cheeks.
After Joshua
finished his milk, he crawled off my lap. It was time for him to inspect the
grocery bags left on the kitchen floor.
Lord, how blessed You have made me to be a
mother. I always enjoyed my moments away, and was always ready to get back to
mothering. In Jesus’s name, I praise You. Amen.
Reader Journal
~Your Mother Memories~
~Your Prayer of Praise~
~A Scripture of Encouragement~
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