One of the most delightful pictures to appear on my newsfeed during the week leading up to Mother's Day was from my nephew Arlo whose wife Amanda had given birth to twin boys two weeks earlier. The photo showed the two little buddies snuggling.
"No matter how far apart we put them in their crib," he observed, "they somehow work their way into this position, turning on their sides to face each other. Every time."
"Well, they were womb mates for nine months, you know," joked an acquaintance, "which means they will have always been each other's best friend."
"How utterly remarkable it all is!" I couldn't help thinking. The marvelous design of it all—the way God created us to reproduce. The intricacy of conception. The economy of the womb with its elasticity and climate control and amniotic fluid and...the list could go on and on. Just...WOW!
Right below that post had been one showing probably twenty or thirty peeks at ultrasound images of babies sucking their thumbs, hiccoughing, doing somersaults, and all sorts of in-utero stunts. My niece made this comment: "I could watch this over and over, and over, and over..."
Fearfully and wonderfully made—that's what we are. And as I mulled all that over with Mother's Day in mind, I was struck anew with a kind of holy awe. Recognizing that it isn't every woman's lot in life to be a mother, I can't not bring this perspective to mothering—that it is a mighty calling. A walk which calls for a fierce tenacity paired with unbound tenderness.
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Willene Tanis is a longtime resident of the Imlay City area and an active volunteer in the community. Many readers find her 'Perspectives' column to universal and uplifting.