Seeing the World with New Eyes

Seeing the World with New Eyes

rag dollLaura Lofgreen describes how motherhood has brought her new perspectives on life and helped her to see more clearly the love of her own mother. We hope you find her words helpful as we have, and please feel free to pass them along to others who might benefit from reading her perspective.

I realized something. I’ve been the mother of a daughter for just over a year, and I’ve had a lot of time to contemplate while rocking my little girl to sleep at night. It’s been one of the most angelic times of my life, as I hold this little angel with hair like blonde feathers, white porcelain skin, and the face of a baby doll. I would do anything to bless and build her in healthy ways. Every day I strive to be better because I’m the mother of Eden.

Having a daughter makes me look at the world differently. I see all the injustices thrown at women—the sexual put-downs, the expectations of body and appearance, the unrealistic ideals of what beauty is—and I pray, as a mother of a daughter, to not only protect her from these cultural woes but also rear her to rise above them.

My own mother lives down the street, and I see her almost every day. She continues to inspire me. Last week, when I wasn’t expecting her, she walked into my kitchen . . . and I realized how meaningful she and her life were to me. I looked at her as a person, not just as my mother, and I saw this strong, reliable, beautiful woman with whom I am privileged to spend so much of my life.

To think that this woman, my mother, loves me the way I love my new baby daughter made me stand a little taller. It took having a daughter to see how my own mother must see me; how she must love me like nothing else in the world.

If my mom loves me like I love Eden, why would I ever doubt myself, think I’m not good enough, or let others intimidate me? I don’t fully grasp the magnitude of it, but I’m starting to understand a mother’s love.

When I’m sick or feeling down, I hear from Mom. She checks up on me. She prays for me. She knows my husband is my anchor, and still she’s always right there when I need her. And the best part is when I do the slightest thing—like make cookies for a neighbor, French braid my hair, or reach out to a family member who’s struggling—she continually praises my sincere, heartfelt efforts. Her warm and sincere words build me up and help me see the whole picture in life. The older we get, we start to realize how important relationships are and that our parents won’t be there forever.

Today’s post and image are contributed by Seeing the Everyday magazine. For the full text of Laura Lofgreen’s story, see Seeing the Everyday Issue No. 16. For more information, go to seeingtheeveryday.com.

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