Brittany Arnold: By these indelible marks shall you know the mother | Moms

My younger sister likes to remind me of how uncool I am now. Oh, she and her teeny bikini and skinny jeans. “You’re just a mom,” she says.

While it stings a little bit, I’m learning to embrace that, “Yeah, I am a mom.” Me and my one-piece bathing suits, leggings, stretch jeans and Spanx, accessorized with diaper bag.

I’m learning to see my new wardrobe, my different body and all the marks that come with motherhood as something special from God. Learning is the key word.

Like a soldier, God gave us battle wounds and victory scars of all types.

God may have marked the mom with tired, weepy eyes accompanied by circles and bags, but he also made these eyes always see the good and see love when looking at a child.

God may have marked the mom with stretch marks or C-section scars, but he gave her the ability to grow a miracle (and then maybe use those scars to remind your teenagers what you did for them).

God may have marked a mom with a tied-up womb, but only because he made a beautiful baby elsewhere that needed a very special mama.

God may have marked a mom with roots showing, cuticles growing and chipped nail polish, but he also gave the mom a humble heart to just appreciate being showered.

God may have marked the mom with a little extra layer of skin that won’t go away, but that is because he made the mom the perfect place to curl up and feel safe (who wants to cuddle a bag of bones, anyway?)

God may have marked the mom with hips that now require all pants to be made with some Lycra, but where else would you prop your baby?

God may have marked the mom with the smell of spit-up (and it may be constantly in her hair), but he also marked the mom with a smell that children will remember and feel comforted by forever.

God may have marked the mom with hemorrhoids, hernias, hemorrhages or hematomas, but he also gave the mom a heart bigger than she would have imagined.

God may have marked the mom with creases around her eyes, forehead and mouth, but only because he gave that mom so many smiles and lots of laughter.

God may have marked the mom with hard-working hands that reek of diaper ointment, but those are the same hands that can put children to sleep.

It can be hard to adjust to some of the marks both internally and externally left on us mamas. What I’ve realized is that these marks — these victory scars, battle wounds and permanent changes to our bodies — do not make us weaker (or uncool).

Now, I’m not saying I’m going to go and flaunt them, no. We don’t want to scare people and certainly don’t want to turn off the next generation of mothers.

But I am learning that with every mark, I have grown stronger. It is these marks that make me a mama and that I would never want to change.

Like a soldier, God gave us battle wounds and victory scars of all types.


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The News-Review Updated Nov 18, 2013 07:20PM Published Nov 1, 2013 09:37AM Copyright 2013 The News-Review. All rights reserved. This material may not be published, broadcast, rewritten or redistributed.