Apr
21
2015
A Unique Connection
Posted in Motherhood 2 Comments
My oldest daughter sent me a link to a video.
She knew that I would like it.
She also knew that I would cry.
She knew that I would see my children and myself in the video.
She was right.
She was right about everything.
I was amazed at how deeply the video touched my heart.
I was encouraged by its profound truth.
The video was an experiment.
It set out to prove the unique connection each mother has with her child.
I wondered as I read the description, how one would set to prove that fact.
I found myself in tears as I watched.
Six mothers were in a large room, standing in a line.
One by one each of their children came into the room after being blindfolded.
The child was told to find his or her mother by smell and touch alone.
No words were spoken.
The video showed the children being blindfolded and led into the room.
They had to walk a short distance until they reached the line of mothers.
The camera would pan to the child’s feet, which seemed to falter a bit.
Each mother stood there in anticipation.
The blindfolded child approached the line of mothers.
Each mother got down to the level of the child so the child could feel her face.
Each child touched each set of hands.
Some children went forehead to forehead with the woman before them.
As the children went down the line, many of them shook their head.
They passed each one by until they got to their own mother.
There was a nuzzle of noses before the blindfold came off.
When the blindfold was removed, there was a long hug between mother and child.
Boys and girls were both able to find their own mothers.
I watched the mothers wipe away tears as their children went down the line.
You could see the hope in each mother’s eyes that her child would recognize her.
She hoped that her child would recognize her no matter what.
But what if her child was unable to recognize her?
The mothers waited so patiently as the child walked by.
Finally there was a sweet reunion.
It was an affirmation of the bond that exists between mother and child.
My daughter sent this video to me remembering something from years ago.
It was a youth group event where the situation was reversed.
We mothers had to find our child.
Though we were not blindfolded, we only had a line of feet to choose from.
Our children stood behind a curtain with only one bare foot poking through.
We had to go down the line and find our child’s feet.
My daughter remembered that I found her right away.
A mother knows her child.
Now two prostitutes came to the king and stood before him. One of them said, “My lord, this woman and I live in the same house. I had a baby while she was there with me. The third day after my child was born, this woman also had a baby. We were alone; there was no one in the house but the two of us. During the night this woman’s son died because she lay on him. So she got up in the middle of the night and took my son from my side while I your servant was asleep. She put him by her breast and put her dead son by my breast. The next morning, I got up to nurse my son – and he was dead!. But when I looked at him closely in the morning light, I saw that it wasn’t the son I had borne.” The other woman said, “No! The living one is my son; the dead one is yours.” But the first one insisted, “No! The dead one is yours; the living one is mine.” And so they argued before the king. Then the king said, “Bring me a sword.” So they brought a sword for the king. He then gave the order: “Cut the living child in two and give half to one and half to the other.” The woman whose son was alive was filled with compassion for her son and said to the king, “Please, my lord, give her the living baby! Don’t kill him!” But the other said, “Neither you or I shall have him. Cut him in two!” Then the king gave his ruling: “Give the living baby to the first woman. Do not kill him; she is the mother.” When all Israel heard the verdict the king had given, they held the king in awe, because they saw that he had wisdom from God to administer justice. (1 Kings 3:16-28)
A mother knows her child.
A child knows his or her mother.
The bond is unique and unbreakable.
God designed it that way.
Whether by touch or smell, the bond is really in the heart.
There is a deep, abiding love between mother and child.
Whether by birth or adoption the bond of love is felt, intuited, understood without words.
The mother-child bond is precious.
The sweetest mother can turn into a lioness when she defends her child.
The tiniest mother can have magnificent strength when her child is in danger.
The mother, who thinks she is out of options, will find another way to care for her child.
A mother is one to be reckoned with, when the well-being of her child is at stake.
God designed it that way.
Years ago, my second daughter wanted to go on a mission trip to China with our church.
She had been to Mexico, but I could not release her to go on this particular trip.
I could not explain why, but I knew that the answer had to be, NO.
I even wrote her a letter of blessing, but I could not give it to her.
A man from our church, knowing my dilemma, gave me words of wisdom.
I have learned to never underestimate the intuition of a mother.
He went on to clarify that a Christian mother has the Holy Spirit to guide her.
I rested in my NO answer.
Weeks later, the trip was cancelled.
The SARS virus had broken out in China.
I have learned to never underestimate the intuition of a mother.
A mother knows.
Yes, there is nothing like the bond of mother (and father) and child. Such love is God-given!
Yes, Sue!
God designed it that way!
Gina