By Melanie Jean Juneau
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| The Child's Caress by Mary Cassatt (photo credit: Wikimedia Commons). |
One afternoon before a special occasion, I was ironing cotton
dresses and shirts for church the next day. Six-year-old Mara watched for a
while and then pointed to the iron and asked,“What is that mummy?”I froze in
shock and then laughed because I realized that this little girl had never seen
me iron; I usually used the clothes dryer as my pwrinkle smoother when
I wasn't looking for perfection but rather efficiency. Actually it was not just
the iron that seldom received attention as I mothered a large family, something
that I considered essential was eliminated from my life with the birth of every
child.
Painting
portraits went with Matthew. Other births gave the boot to crafts, dusting,
bread making, interesting meals and laundry folding ( each child dressed out of
their own personal laundry basket).
As every mother knows, a newborn takes at
least eight hours a day to nurse, burp, rock and comfort, bathe, change clothes
and diapers (at least ten times a day), and to wash diapers, clothes, receiving
blankets, sheets and baby blankets as well as your clothes
which tend to get covered in vomit, and other nasty surprises.
Guess what? The lack of sleep leads to a rather narrow existence
where the best days are when you can sneak in a nap or shower and dress before
noon.
Oh, those were the days when life was reduced to the basics. This basic
truth was actually miraculous when I relaxed and allowed myself to live in the
moment, enjoying my newborn rather than bemoaning all the important activities
that I couldn't seem to even start. The very fact that everything that my
little one required to grow and thrive was inexpensive and near at hand was
amazing. My baby didn't need a lot of money spent on him, he simply needed arms
to hold him, mother’s milk to drink and warm clothes and blankets.
A friend who had five children, couldn't quite grasp my peaceful
demeanour as I sat nursing a newborn with family life whirling about me. She
finally surmised that I was content to enjoy the present experience of
mothering a tiny, dependent newborn.Really though, the basic truth I learned was that my first
priority as a mother was to love and cherish my children as gifts from, God.
They were not inconvenient, or simply extensions of my ego but unique wonderful
people, albeit little people.
Catechism
of the Catholic Church:
III. THE DUTIES OF FAMILY MEMBERS
2222
Parents must regard their children as children of God and
respect them as human persons.
I think that I was given the gift of understanding that although
I strove to run the household well, little people's needs come first.
Melanie Jean Juneau blogs at Joy of nine9.
