Saturday, September 26, 2009

Mother Love

I just woke up from a crazy, crazy dream. I was rushing through my church – late for sacrament meeting. I was looking for the bathroom but chanced to go into a room that was crowded with the women of the church. Curious about what was going on, I took a chair in the back row. There was an air of anticipation. Suddenly another woman bustled into the room and there was commotion. She was clearly distressed that she was late, and she apologized. One of the other women said, “Don’t worry. We didn’t even think you’d be alive.”

The woman who was late said, I didn’t think I would either. No one did. Let me tell you what happened.” She had a big bandage wrapped around her head and face, and I intuitively knew that a big part of her face was missing – hollowed out. She proceeded to tell her story:

“None of the doctors or church members could help me here. I went to another place where they have the buddy system. God was first in line to talk to me but I yelled, ‘no! my twins want to talk now. You'll have to wait.” As she spoke these words, she started to unwrap the bandage and her face was not just completely healed, but radiant – more beautiful than ever. She was healed. She would live.

I was suddenly overwhelmed with the sense of the power of love between mothers and their children. The mom put God on hold because her little twins wanted to talk first, and the twins, through their pleadings to God (this was not a dream where events were linear), were able to heal their mom when no one else could.

I woke up a few minutes ago sobbing. I’m not really sure why, but that dreamed moved me and filled me with a strange sense of something. I think we may take our Mother Love for granted sometimes – the power of it, I mean. It is fierce and nothing -- absolutely nothing -- comes first (not even God in this dream).

And I’ve never really thought about the power of the love that a child has for her parents. The pleas of the woman’s twins saved her – it restored her very flesh and blood, which was somehow eaten away. She lived because of the intervention, pleas and faith of her children.

As moms, we are remarkable people with a love for our children that is something to be reckoned with. But we should never forget the power of Child Love. It can save lives.


Cindy said...

Child love is amazing. Great post and very fascinating dream! There is a little boy that I am teaching right now that had his mother die the day before school began this year. He only missed one day, the day of the funeral. Every once in a while he will blurt out something like, "I miss my mother." I realize that for kids, having something happen to your parents is the worst thing they can imagine. I want to give him a hug and tell him it will get better, but I don't know if it will.

hdknowles said...

I speak from experience - losing my dad when I was 12. I recall the fear I had during my teen years that something would happen to my mom. I count my blessings that my children didn't have to go through that as they grew into adulthood. The best thing I remember is the night before my dad died, we had the most amazing evening together -with lots of laughter and love. When I woke up in the morning, he was gone. I'm so grateful for that last night - that is what I remember most of all. I'm glad that most people don't have to experience that kind of loss as a child. It's hard enough to experience when you're an adult.

HARA said...

I love this, I am going to use it my church lesson, hope thats ok. Love you.

Denise said...

The two are so interconnected. However, I'm pretty sure that parents love their children a little bit more...until the children have children of their own. I am always fearful of leaving my children behind, but even as an adult, I'm terrified of losing my parents as well.

wanda.blck said...

I never worried about losing my mom when I was young. I just knew she would always be there when I needed her...and luckily she was. We had lost so many others in my family before I was eleven that I somehow became desensitized about death. When my mom did die, at an old age however, I many, many times thought to myself: I miss my mom - there will never be anyone who loves me like she did.
Your dreams have always been so vivid - rememer when you were in high school and had video-like dreams and you'd wake up and write them down? This latest dream was tremendous. Thanks for sharing. Mom