The Prayer of St. Francis invites us to ask God to use us as instruments.
I am feeling like I have been well played.
Today my eldest marks her last birthday in her twenties. Twenty nine years ago I was little prepared for the heart-stretch wonder of being a mother. I so savored carrying her life within my body. Certainly I loved her unfolding and promise as she grew and claimed her space within me.
But nothing prepared me for the stunning miracle of the way her eyes and heart and hands are so fully open to life and love. Nothing prepared me for the sheer terror of responsibility and the deep sense of completion found in being her mother.
The shine of her eyes during night feedings and the song of her morning salutations live in a place in my soul where I am pregnant yet with life.
There are many words that describe my being in the world.
Leah’s birth gave me the name of my most resonant calling. I am Leah’s mother, blessed with bearing witness to the song that is her life.