I am, or have been in the past, a collector of bunnies. Not real ones, just little ceramic figurines, paintings, and stuffed animals. I’m not really sure why. Maybe it was because one of my most prized possessions as a young girl was a stuffed bunny that I later learned was actually a lamb. I slept with that bunny-lamb every night, hugged it, played with it, and wet it with my own tears. Once, in a childhood huff, I even ran away from home with it. We made it all the way up the street.
I held onto “Thumper” for years. Even as an adult, it was safely cocooned in a plastic bag in the garage. Only in my recent move did we finally part ways. I figured I was grown up enough now to go it alone.
Yesterday, as I was working in the yard, I reached behind a rose bush and, lo and behold, the cutest, little, baby bunny I ever did see skittered out from under the very weed I was pulling. As he hopped quick-like-a-bunny across the yard, I exclaimed, “Where’s yo mama?” It seemed strange that this wee one was all alone in the back corner of the yard with no parental figure in sight. He quickly found another bush to hide away from the scary Yard Lady.
Not to fear, Mama Bunny appeared shortly thereafter, likely having instructed her young’un to hide behind the rose bush until she returned. This Mama Bunny was, no doubt, the same one that Daisy Doo had frantically chased just days ago. A mother’s love is fierce. She fearlessly braved the elements to ensure her offspring’s safety and Mama and Baby were happily reunited.
Mother’s Day is upon us . . . a time to honor and bless our dear mothers for their tireless service and unwavering love. Yes, sometimes even fierce love. As much as we want to control our childrens’ lives, sheltering them from any and all harm or heartache, it simply isn’t possible. In fact, hyper-control can thwart a child’s natural ability to grow in independence and develop the character and life skills needed to become fully functioning adults.
Still, there is a Mama Bunny in all of us. When I am painfully aware of my own deficits as a parent and my inability to protect my wee ones from the Daisy Doo’s of life, I cling to the following scripture:
“I know whom I have believed and I am convinced He is able to keep that which I’ve entrusted to Him for that day.” 2 Timothy 1:12
Aren’t you glad it’s not completely up to us? Phew! Thank the Lord. And thank you, Mom, for loving me fiercely all these years. I love you right back. Cameron and Sarah, I want you to know it has been one of the greatest joys of my life to nurture you, pray for you, love you, and celebrate you. I can’t believe God let me be your Mom.
With fierce love and gratitude,