 Redeeming Motherhood
Redeeming Motherhood
  is a series of posts where women open up about some of the struggles  
they've faced as mothers and how the Lord has redeemed those situations 
 and brought beauty from them. Check out 
all the posts in the Redeeming Motherhood series here. (And if you want to share your own story of hope and healing, please check out the bottom of the post for instructions!)
Many thanks to Elizabeth of 
E, Myself, and I for sharing her insights in today's Q&A! Someone recommended her blog to me when I was pregnant and I've been an avid reader ever since. Especially when I combed through her archives and found out that her son (now two years old!) wasn't the easiest baby either. Hearing her experience helped me breathe a sigh of relief during that time when everything with Claire was so, so hard. And so here she is, sharing more about the struggle of comparing our child to other children.
Describe one of the hardships you’ve faced as a mother. What made this time so difficult?
When Sam was about 14 months old, he wasn't talking (or showing
 any signs of language development) at all.  I think I knew, logically, 
that this wasn't really a big deal.  He had had a number of ear 
infections and it was "normal" for little boys to be a little delayed in
 their speech.  However, for some reason, I let this relatively small 
thing turn in to a very BIG concern for me.  I spent WAY too much time 
on the internet and the rest of my time worrying and looking for "signs"
 of a larger problem in my boy.  
Instead of enjoying little milestones (like his 
first steps, etc.), I made lists of things he did and didn't do.  I 
checked off "warning signs" and called the pediatrician regularly.  Even
 things that were meant to be "fun" like play dates and our weekly music
 classes became opportunities for me to obsess over the ways Sam was 
"behind" or "different" from his peers.
What were some of the emotions you were feeling during this time?
It honestly all feels a little silly and dramatic to me now (it
 has been more than a year and Sam seems to have "caught up" in pretty 
much every area since then); but, at the time, I was SO afraid.  I 
worried ALL the time and carried around a heavy load of anxiety and 
stress.  In some ways, I was totally 
consumed by my fears that 
something was "wrong."  I could.not. let go and focus on all the 
wonderful, perfect things about Sam.  Everything felt like a test.
As they tend to do, my old insecurities of not being "good 
enough" snuck back into my heart and mind.  This time, they reminded me 
of the medicines I took when I was pregnant and the the emergency 
c-section I had, they whispered to me that I didn't spend enough time 
reading to him, or praying for him, and, somehow, they convinced me that
 if I had just done 
this or not done 
this, things might be different now.
I was ashamed that I didn't think my son was "perfect," and that I 
wasn't enjoying this season of his life. I felt alone; and, if I'm 
really being truthful, I felt like God was playing a game with me - like
 He didn't take my worries and fears seriously; and, almost, as if He 
was 
enjoying watching the control-freak in me squirm a little.
On the outside, I told 
myself (and others) that God was in charge; but, on the inside, it was 
still all about ME.  I found little bits of hope in telling myself that 
I could handle whatever came my way; but, I wasn't willing to completely let go and give my worries over to God.
How did the Lord speak to you during this time? How did he bring redemption or healing to you?
For whatever reason, this whole period of worry and fear came 
to a peak over a three day period in September.  I really don't remember
 now what triggered this ultimate "breakdown" for me; but, I spent two 
FULL days in a dark place.  I cried and cried out to God for help and 
strength.  Finally, I was beginning to realize that I was NOT strong 
enough to deal with the unknown on my own.
At the end of the second day, I took a walk with Sam in the 
stroller and talked to one of my best friends on the phone for a long 
time.  She is a pediatric physician's assistant, so my initial call to 
her was mostly to talk "medical" and get her "professional opinion" on 
whether or not my fears seemed legitimate.  She listened patiently to me
 as I cried and read off my laundry list of worries, and then she 
said... 
"Elizabeth, I think God just wants you to surrender.  He has 
brought you to this crossroads where you have to choose to trust Him 
even when you don't know the outcome.  The outcome doesn't matter."
Up until that point, my prayers (however desperate they were) 
to the Lord had been to make Sam OK.  To make whatever my fears were 
unfounded.  But something clicked in that conversation, and I began to 
give up a little bit.  
I knew that my prayer couldn't be "I trust that You can fix this;" but, "I trust that You are bigger than this.  That You are still good no matter what."
Is there a Bible verse that you think speaks poignantly to this 
experience? It can be one you clung to during that time or that, looking
 back, seems particularly fitting.
The next morning, which was the third day, I decided to turn to the
 Word (which I hadn't done in a while).  I had the YouVersion app on my 
iPhone, so I just opened that and went to the spot where I had left off 
several weeks (months maybe?) before.  I was in Hosea, which I remember 
thinking was a very weird place to start, but I went with it.  This was 
the first verse I read...
“He has torn us to pieces
but he will heal us; he has injured us but he will bind up our wounds.  After two days he will revive us; on the
third day he will restore us; that we may live in his presence.” (Hosea
6:1&2) 
Again, in the grand scheme of life, my worries were 
NOT that big of a deal.  But, God used even them to heal and redeem me. 
Through this experience, He reminded me once again what it means to live
 in His PRESENCE - not just vaguely aware that He is there - and to 
trust Him with all the unknowns of my life.
Sam didn't start talking for almost another ten months; 
but, my worry stopped that day. It wasn't that the same "signs" didn't 
exist; but, I didn't 
care anymore.  At least in this one area of my life, I had finally learned to surrender and trust that God was in control 
regardless of the circumstances or the outcome, and I didn't have to be.
ABOUT THE WRITER: Elizabeth is wife to her high school sweetheart Jeff, momma to 
two-year-old Sam, and English teacher to 75 ninth, tenth, and eleventh 
graders.  In her "free time" she moonlights as a blogger at E, Myself, and I where she chronicles her journey into adulthood and her attempts at 
salvaging a tiny bit of her former “Type A” self. She writes about being
 a working mom, teaching, organizing, decorating, party planning, and 
The Bachelor, and she’s not afraid to laugh at herself when necessary. 
Elizabeth is passionate about connecting women and helping them find 
freedom in living their real lives with honesty, humor, and a strong cup
 of coffee. 
If you are interested in contributing to the Redeeming Motherhood series, 
contact me
  with your responses to the questions in this post. Include a short bio
  and a photograph, if you like. It's not necessary to have your own 
blog,  just a heart and a story to share! 
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