I look over at my daughter completely immersed in her creation and watch her careful putting together of an Art assignment. This sculpture has taken over our weekend, it's due in just a few days. Time is of the essence!
Time pressured - with her it always is, yet some how she always pulls it off, always refining under pressure.
I watch her cut the wire and shape the nothingness into something.
She stretches the chicken wire - snips it here and there, stuffing it full with paper. A head, a body and a leg emerge and all the while I watch. I watch creativity in progress and observe frustration at wire unwilling to bend. I capture delight as it finally takes on shape.
A smile suddenly lights her face.
I pause in this girlish glee and soak up the laughter bubbling forth.
Enjoying the raw sound of success and its triumphant whoops.
I think about how she envisioned this creation long before she even started. I think about how she saw the potential in this wire and paper ... and despite a few setbacks she forged ahead anyway.
I think about how she put aside the doubts of her peers and their skeptical viewpoints and reached deep inside her imagination anyway.
And I think about how this is the way of faith - the seeing of something not yet formed. The knowing that the unseen and far off
can one day be tangible and present. This trusting and believing in something not yet seen ... and I realise that this is exactly
how motherhood is.
Motherhood and Faith, both beginning with a hope in the heart
and emerging as a vision of possibilities ... two peas in a pod,
two sides of a coin.
Motherhood and Faith ... a determined, resolute and courageous spirit that looks doubt, fear and uncertainty in the face and fiercely holds on.
This is the kind of faith I want, the kind of mother I want to be.
Quietly confident despite the odds - holding on fiercely and never letting go of the hope, the dream and the promise of tomorrow.
'HaPpY mOtHeRs DaY'