When I was a little girl, all I wanted to be was a mom and wife! I did not really care about the order at that time! I naturally remember wanting to be a mommy first! (The husband part did not come until I was a teenager! ) I would line my dolls up from oldest to youngest and play house or school with them. I would care for my babies like they were real! To me, they were real!
When I would go to the store with my mom, I would bundle them up in a blanket and take them with me. I sat them in a high-chair beside me when I ate. I changed their diapers. When I went to bed at night, I would put them in their jammies and lay them in their beds. I knew each one by name and in my eyes, they even had a personalities! I had ones who cried all the time, and ones who never cried. Ones who liked to go to the park, and ones who did not!
It was a dream of mine to be a mother when I got older but when I was small, I was sure I WAS a mommy! I cared for those babies of mine! It was real and God implanted in my heart from a very young age the desire to love and care for children!
So, when I had girls, I bought them dolls! They, too, played and cared for them! To them, they were real!
I look at the world today, and I wonder if we teach our girls to continue to nurture that desire to nurture! Do we show and tell them how the fruit of the womb is a reward as it says in Psalms? When they are little girls playing with their babies, do we tell them of the ways that God has given them a desire to take care of little ones just as their mommy is taking care of them? Do we make sure that they know God will provide emotionally and financially for them no matter how hard it becomes? Do we tell them that it will all be worth it?
Do we cultivate that as they grow OR do we eventually push it away with things of the world?
To see the way my daughters care for our baby of the family is, simply put, a joy! They cannot kiss him enough, and they light up when he is around as much as he does! I pray that continues in their hearts and minds! Children are work, but they are a BLESSING!
May I always teach my children that God desires us to be fruitful and multiply! It is HIS command! Whether that be adoption or birthing them from their bodies, that they realize being a mother is very close to God’s heart! Being a mother means raising another generation for the kingdom of God! That has eternal value!
It is work. There are days that I want to run out the door and scream very loudly! 
And maybe get away for a long short time, but I would not trade this mommy-thing for any-thing!
When I get up in the morning and would do nothing else with my life but what I am doing right now, I know that this is not only MY dream for my life, but also God’s! For that, I am truly thankful!
Take joy in being a mommy and let your little ones know how you find it a joy that they call YOU mommy! And if you are not a mommy, make sure you show little ones in your life how precious and important they are! Allow God to use you where you are! And let those little “mommies” know, even though they are young, that the job they do with their dolls is important and it pleases His heart!
You speak truth, Heather.
God bless you.
Very true. Thanks for sharing your growing up times. Good old fashioned dollies, tea parties, army guys, and coloring. Playing house and library, and store! I love that we didn’t have all the xbox and modern t.v. and techno toys of today. My girls also play with their dolls and clothes..shhh, even the 12 year old (for a little longer).
GREAT THOUGHTS! I have a daughter who loves to play with her baby dolls. I never thought to talk to her about God and how he designed us to be loving, nurturing mommas! Thank you!
I never had daughters to nurture, but you are so right that little ones love a baby. Even my boys loved babies when they were little!
We tried to encourage nurturing and empathy in our boys by having them spend time with their grandparents, by letting them play with the babies of friends, by having them take care of the family dogs, etc. I love seeing their gentle side.