One of the biggest things I've been noticing as I get older is that life requires sacrifice if you want to progress. That's the general principle, at least. If you wanted to be more specific, being a mother, a good mother, requires a lot of sacrifice. I think people forget that with all the convenience of epidurals, surrogate mothers, and nannies. Yes, all these things are options, and sometimes the only options you have, and I respect that, I really do, but not as a first choice. I feel like the birthing process was divinely designed to require physical sacrifice from the mother because our God knew that such sacrifice would lead to stronger emotional bonds and would set a precedence of sacrifice for the other areas of our roles as mothers.
I didn't really mean to spend this entire blog post speaking of childbirth and what it takes to be a good mom, though it is an interesting discussion, isn't it? I just noticed today that I have this tendency to be super eager to give what I have to others, but only certain others. Particularly others with whom I have no blood connection. When my brother lived with me, I found it incredibly hard to want to give him things or do things for him just because he asked. I begrudgingly got my brother water and shared my baked goods with him. Why is it so easy for me to give to people outside my family, but not to those witin? I think it's definitely something to consider. I hope to be the kind of person that if anybody asked, stranger or family member, for the shirt off my back, I wouldn't hesitate to give it away. This is all figuratively speaking though--I endorse modesty. ;)
I hope you are surviving finals! If you're taking them, of course, and if not, I hope you are enjoying your life!
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