Growing Life
how the metaphor of mothering is meant for us all
The countdown has begun. Given the days since conception and the way my body has handled pregnancy in the past, I would guess I am roughly eight weeks from delivering my third child.
Perhaps the most profound part of pregnancy in a pandemic is the way it both challenges and affirms what I’ve been learning about womanhood in the Bible. While the Bible is an important guidebook for Christians, it is also a remarkably profound work of literature. It includes instructive letters as well as beautiful poetry, engaging narrative, and more.
As we dig for clues about how God has designed us specifically in our identities as women, an important metaphor emerges. The people of God are rarely described in corporate language. There is some structure among tribes, elders, deacons, but most often we see ourselves as the family of God.
A family.
That means brothers and sisters, mothers and fathers. So we can learn about God’s design for women by looking at motherhood and applying the principles of good mothering in all areas of our life. Mothering can be seen as a metaphor, coloring the beauty of womanhood in meaning and purpose.
The metaphor of mothering is meant for all women.
Join me in these final weeks of pregnancy as I explore the ways that bearing children is meant to inspire all women in the important work of Biblical mothering.
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Part 1: All of Us | Part 2: Nourishing | Part 3: Housing | Part 4: Nurturing | Part 5: Delivering
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I’m SO done. And somehow I can’t get enough of it all. Every day I wake up wondering if this will be the last day I ever carry a child.
When you think about God’s deliverance, do you think about childbirth? Do you envision the hands of an experienced midwife, gently massaging new life into this world with poise and wisdom?
God could have used any number of analogies when describing how His people were to relate to Him and to one another. But instead of a corporate hierarchy or military ranks, the most common metaphor used throughout the Bible is family. God uses marital language again and again to help us understand our relationship to Him. And our relationship to fellow Christians? We are mothers and fathers, brothers and sisters, people united into a new kind of spiritual family.
Womanhood has always been deeply connected to how we work. Through almost all of human history, and still in many places around the world today, work has been arranged around the necessary limitations of raising young children.
You kick me now, secure and snuggled while the world burns down. You aren’t exactly timely news to share at work, so I hide you beneath the desk, away from the eye of Zoom, tucked away in the only safe place I know.
Today we reach the final trait that I want to explore in the mothering metaphor. We’ve looked at the ways in which all women are included in the maternal tasks of nourishing and housing life, but in order to dive into the idea of nurturing life, we have to take a step back.
My app tells me that the baby’s sexual organs are forming and it’s crazy to think that vital aspects of this tiny person’s identity are already present. Deep in our child’s DNA is the code for the man or woman to come.
We began working on our version of a victory garden in the early weeks of quarantine. After tearing up some lingering concrete in the backyard, we seeded grass, built a rock wall between our yard and the neighboring garage and starting planting a number of things which we have managed not to kill (mostly).
I feel like She-Ra when I nurse a baby, pouring forth nourishment miraculously made from my own body. Breastfeeding for me feels powerful and delightful and connective. I love nursing my babies. I feel hopelessly inadequate housing one.
Housing another human is my least favorite part of mothering. It’s true, some women describe pregnancy as the time in life when they felt most beautiful. The symptoms of carrying a child can vary so widely from woman to woman that some will find they pale in comparison with the mysterious wonder of the life blooming inside. I delight in hearing these experiences. I rejoice for these women. But I am not one of them.
In a delightful reversal of circumstances, my seven-year-old is reading me a bedtime story while I lay miserably on the couch.
Did you know that the Hebrew word for compassion is related to womb? In Exodus 24, when God calls himself compassionate, He is using a deeply emotional word, one that comes from deep within the gut, a word used often in coordination with the action of forgiveness and rescue.
I have good news for those of you who really don’t vibe with all this earth mama imagery. The point of the mothering metaphor is not for us to go all Moon Goddess, track our cycles to maximize our inner seasons, and homemake everything from soap to lightbulbs.
Is this you right now—in a period of gestation? I have so many daily reminders that something is cooking, but the reality for all of us is that God is always working wonders around us.
For your enjoyment, here’s a pregnancy throwback from those early weeks when everything was still secret.
Antiquity paints a robust image of mothering. If you consider the goddesses of old, mother earth, creation stories, artifacts of global cultures, and more, the pattern is undeniable. Giving birth—the creation of life—is so intrinsic to the feminine experience that for much of history it has been difficult to separate the two.
When we first started talking about a third baby, I referred to this as my “victory lap.” I knew pregnancy would be an endurance, but I am pretty confident with newborns and couldn’t wait to soak in all the best parts of our last one…