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Little hearts walking around outside your body

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You are my heart, beating outside my body.

“Making the decision to have a child – it is momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body. ” -Elizabeth Stone

I always thought quotes like this were a little over-the-top – exaggerated sentimentality coming from overly hormonal women. (I know – give me grace. I’m an idiot sometimes. And also one of them – those ‘overly hormonal’ women I conveniently judged before becoming a mom.)

But then I had children for myself and realized that it really is possible to feel like they are an extension of you – literally like having your heart live outside your body.

A few days ago I was sharing with a friend about my experience with another friend when I had my second child. It was nothing she did that hurt me. It was what she didn’t do: She didn’t visit the hospital. She never brought a card or flowers or something for the baby. She never dropped by to see us. She didn’t offer a meal or even a phone call. And for months and months whenever I’d see her she never wanted to hold him, even when I would outright ask her if she wanted a ‘cuddle’ and start to offer my baby in her direction.

To see her not wanting to embrace my child hurt more than her rejecting my own friendship. And every time I saw her holding other babies and playing with other children, my heart ached wondering why she seemed to reject mine.

To be fair, it was probably just a coincidence. I’m quite certain she loved our child and was happy for us. I knew it was not due to her wanting a baby of her own since her and her husband were finished having children. And there was nothing else strange about our relationship or any strains in our friendship. So it must have been just a coincidence – a busy time when he was born, a tired day when she didn’t feel like holding a baby, or a scheduling conflict on his first birthday. Really, there must have been a million reasons for all of it, and I’m certain if she had realized how it appeared to me she would have been horrified.

I’ve tried to not take it personally. But as I confessed the experience to my friend I was surprised to tear up as I retold what my other friend hadn’t done. Perhaps that’s when it really hit home: one of the sharpest ways to hurt a grown woman is to reject or hurt her children.

This heart-living-outside-of-your-body thing is not easy, and we haven’t even hit the school stage yet where children are susceptible to bullying or teachers who may misunderstand or judge them or rejection in team settings. I shudder to think how social media and the online world will make my mama-heart burn as I watch my kids grappling with approval and inclusion and acceptance in an age filled with ego-driven sharing and shaming.

When I’m honest I’ll tell you that I’d like to shelter them and protect them and hide them from pain and heart ache and evil, just keeping them right here safe and sound in the shadow of my mama hen wing. But then in the next breath I’ll tell you how I want them to grow strong and sure and humble and kind and generous… and I know these are things that can’t be learned in isolation, removed from relationships and pain and disappointment.

So instead I pray that I’ll have the strength to love them well – protecting and covering, relinquishing and releasing. Knowing when to hold them close and when to nudge them forward.

I’ll have to trust God to care for them when I can’t… and I’ll have to trust God with my heart when I feel like it’s being stretched in ways completely beyond my control.

There’s no turning back now. Those little hearts of mine who walk around in the bodies of the boys I love most? They will continue to grow and live and pump way beyond the confines of the skin I’m comfortable in. I will never be able to tuck them back up safely into my womb or bundle them into a sling, buried in my chest where they can’t be touched or harassed or damaged by the world ‘out there’.

They are mine, but they aren’t.

I have to let them go. Slowly, increasingly, rightfully. I begin to let them go. (It hurts.)

And that’s the way it was always meant to be.

Friends, do you share this sentiment – the feeling that your children are your own heart, walking around outside of your body? Aside from helping them wade through their own feelings and emotions, how do you cope with yours when you see them being hurt or rejected or excluded or overlooked?

Love,
A

 

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  • Reply Lisa @bitesforbabies 8 November 2013 at 12:29 pm

    I definitely feel like my children “are my own heart walking around outside my body”. I think that’s an innate feeling that any parent has! As for your friend, do you have clue as to why she was stand-offish? I find that really odd and quite frankly and I would have been hurt too! I know this is not the same situation but it does relate…I find that people seem to care less about the second child (and third and so on). When I had my son the entire world came to visit but when I had my daughter about 20% of the people came by…and this was THE daughter I had been waiting and waiting for, might I add! I even have “close” cousins who still haven’t even SEEN her and she’s going to ONE in a month!!! People get to enveloped in their own lives to remember to appreciate the ones they love (and their children)! I really wish I could make sense of all this for you…;-(

    • Reply Adriel 8 November 2013 at 8:59 pm

      No, I really can think of no reason other than it was just a series of coincidences. Really, I think that’s all it was. And I’m not mad… just disappointed mostly.

      But yes, I think the second child factor is part of it too – you have high expectations because the first child was such a “big deal” and then perhaps feel let down when the world doesn’t celebrate your next to the same degree. Because of course to you they are just as big a deal. 🙂
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  • Reply Bronwyn Lea 9 November 2013 at 3:20 am

    *sigh* yes! exactly.
    One of the best ways people can show love to me these days is by showing love to my children.
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  • Reply Nessa 15 November 2013 at 7:46 am

    I am one of those judgy non-mothers that turned into a hormonal emotional mother too… much grace. Who knew these little ones would make me feel like they hold more of my heart than I do?
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    • Reply Adriel 15 November 2013 at 2:31 pm

      seriously, who knew???!

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