Love reading this. We mothers never quit worrying about our children. When my older son was diagnosed (no need to say what), I cried and prayed. He’s doing well, picture of health, but it ended his career as a pilot. He has moved on to another profession and amazes me all the time. He’s a hard worker, the best father anyone could be, and a great husband. My admiration grows each year. He manages his condition by never slowing down, still running marathons when he has time to train properly. I still pray for him and my other son every night, always will. My two sons are my true blessings and they have been so good to me. I’m blessed with grandchildren as I continue to be amazed, grateful, and loved. I thank God daily for these blessings of motherhood.
Crazy to think that while you were writing your articles and book on kids being forced into gender transitions, all this may have been happening to you on the side, if I have the timing right. That is often the way of it; when you are fighting battles in the public square, all hell breaks loose at home.
You are blessed that your child got well. Not all of us were as fortunate.
This is beautiful. I felt every word. And so did every other mom.
Motherhood is the best thing. I thank God for our daughter, and sometimes I even thank her for being mine.
I grieve for the old girlboss me, and the kids we never had, and for all the women who never get the chance to experience the marvel that is being Mom because they're caught up in that silly girlboss nonsense like I was.
When my son was an infant, he had a febrile convulsion. My wife and I thought he was going to die. By the time we got him to the doctor, his fever had broken and he was basically fine. His doctor, who had also been my pediatrician, said, "These things are often harder on the parents than on the kids." Fortunately, we never had a real health scare or had to take our kids for surgery. They're now both adults in their 40s, and my daughter is the mother of a three-year-old. I sent her this article, which she appreciated. Thanks, Abigail, for your wisdom.
There is something spectacular about someone who writes something that you so deeply understand. As a mom of a son who had open heart surgery at the age of five, and also a senior executive of a billion dollar company, I completely agree that the fiery fierceness and the deep selflessness that come from motherhood are unlike any other super powers. Thank you for sharing this!
Amen. And sometimes it is a thankless journey which our children will never know. In my case I had to do it alone. Still I would do the same things if I had to do them over.
A perfect description of parenthood! The narcissism permeating our culture robs many of this most fulfilling part of life.
Love reading this. We mothers never quit worrying about our children. When my older son was diagnosed (no need to say what), I cried and prayed. He’s doing well, picture of health, but it ended his career as a pilot. He has moved on to another profession and amazes me all the time. He’s a hard worker, the best father anyone could be, and a great husband. My admiration grows each year. He manages his condition by never slowing down, still running marathons when he has time to train properly. I still pray for him and my other son every night, always will. My two sons are my true blessings and they have been so good to me. I’m blessed with grandchildren as I continue to be amazed, grateful, and loved. I thank God daily for these blessings of motherhood.
Thanks for this. Blessings upon you and yours.
Crazy to think that while you were writing your articles and book on kids being forced into gender transitions, all this may have been happening to you on the side, if I have the timing right. That is often the way of it; when you are fighting battles in the public square, all hell breaks loose at home.
You are blessed that your child got well. Not all of us were as fortunate.
I feel this in my bones. Lovely piece.
This is beautiful. I felt every word. And so did every other mom.
Motherhood is the best thing. I thank God for our daughter, and sometimes I even thank her for being mine.
I grieve for the old girlboss me, and the kids we never had, and for all the women who never get the chance to experience the marvel that is being Mom because they're caught up in that silly girlboss nonsense like I was.
Absolutely beautiful and I hope it goes viral!
When my son was an infant, he had a febrile convulsion. My wife and I thought he was going to die. By the time we got him to the doctor, his fever had broken and he was basically fine. His doctor, who had also been my pediatrician, said, "These things are often harder on the parents than on the kids." Fortunately, we never had a real health scare or had to take our kids for surgery. They're now both adults in their 40s, and my daughter is the mother of a three-year-old. I sent her this article, which she appreciated. Thanks, Abigail, for your wisdom.
Beautifully observed and written.
A beautiful testimony to faith, hope and love. 💞
There is something spectacular about someone who writes something that you so deeply understand. As a mom of a son who had open heart surgery at the age of five, and also a senior executive of a billion dollar company, I completely agree that the fiery fierceness and the deep selflessness that come from motherhood are unlike any other super powers. Thank you for sharing this!
Beautiful writing.
That last line!!! 🥹 Brought tears to this mama’s eyes. Beautiful piece.
Amen. And sometimes it is a thankless journey which our children will never know. In my case I had to do it alone. Still I would do the same things if I had to do them over.
This is beautiful, thank you ❤️
This is so true and touching. I like that she acknowledges the existence of a father. Most mommy writers seem to think they did it all alone.