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Jessica Carney's avatar

The difference between self-gift and self-erasure cannot be in something like pleasure or desire to serve, because often the needs of our children that we must meet are beyond what we might think we can bear. The sacrifices of motherhood can be painful and reluctant. It seems to me that what protects from self-erasure is being willing to accept these same difficult sacrifices *from others on our own behalf*, for example letting a husband take on the burden of solo parenting several children for a few hours to give the mom a solo break. It is good to give of ourselves for others; it is also good to be able to accept their gifts of self on our behalf, even knowing that such a gift is not an easy one for them to give. It's not selfish as long as we don't demand it with an unjust frequency.

I love the way you phrase the mother as bring just like the child, of infinite worth in her own right. Both mother and child (and father, of course) are worthy of sacrifice, and should be willing to accept it in humility.

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Bethany's avatar

I don't know how to answer your question, but this comes closer to describing my experience of motherhood than most things I've read.

I've started saying recently that I do not find my identity in being a mother. My relationship with my kids is very important, and it uses the majority of my time and energy. But it's not who I am. Yet this seems like something that "mom culture" expects, to dissolve the self, and run in the hamster wheel of anxiety, wondering "am I a good mother?" No thank you. I have thoughts and ideas and personality, and there are foods I plan to eat without sharing, and more. If I had a clear sense of "what to do with my life" outside of caregiving and homeschooling, I would find a way to do it. I may yet find a way to do it, when I figure out what it is.

And even as I feel very firm in this conviction about myself, I feel strange, and a little bit lonely. It's hard to check that you're on the right path when you reject the crowded one, and yet meet no fellow travelers.

I also like these passages, because observing my kids is, so far, the pinnacle of my experience as a mother. To understand them better than anyone except their father, to figure out what makes them tick, to know what they love and why they love it. I get a thrill when I finally unlock some part of their heart or mind that I hadn't understood before. I delight in all the ways my four children reveal their strengths and passions and personalities so distinctly, despite having the same two parents. And having witnessed who they are, I have the privilege and responsibility of guiding them into who God wants them to be.

So, long story short, yes, this post rings true for me.

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