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Seasons of a Mother's Tears Written by Bambi Lynn

A little boy asked his mother, "Why are you crying?" "Because I'm a woman," she told him.

"I don't understand," he said. His Mom just hugged him and said, "And you never will."

Later the little boy asked his father, "Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?"

"All women cry for no reason," was all his dad could say.

The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry.

Finally he put in a call to God. When God got on the phone, he asked,

"God, why do women cry so easily?"

God said, "When I made the woman she had to be special.

I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet gentle enough to give comfort.

I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times comes from her children.

I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining.

I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child has hurt her very badly.

I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart.

I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him And finally, I gave her a tear to shed. This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed."

"You see my son," said God, "the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair.

The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart the
place where love resides.

This little poem reminded me of all the seasons of my tears. The times I cried because words were useless, the times I cried because my heart was broken in many pieces and I had no idea how to pick them up, so tears fell. I cried because I was bubbling over with so much Joy. I have cried just sitting and thinking about all the seasons of Motherhood. Those tears were all mixed together, I didn't know if they were joy or sorrows. I just knew my face was flooded with the salt water that fell down my cheeks with no place to go.

                           Motherhood is hard!! your payment many times are your tears.

 I believe that tears have Seasons, Ecclesiastes talks about Seasons for everything


           for everything there is a season  , and a time  for everything  matter under Heaven, A time to be born, and a time to die: a time to plant and a time to pluck up what is planted, a time to kill and a time to heal: a time to break down and a time to build up, a time to weep, and a time to laugh: a time to mourn and a time to dance< a time to throw stones and a time to gather them together: a time to embrace and a time to refrain, a time to seek and a time to lose, a time to tear, a time to sew and a time to keep silent and a time to speak, a time to love and a time to hate, a time for war and a time for peace

When You read this, you see nothing last forever. It's all about seasons. Some seasons seem to last forever, when you feel that's all you do is cry or mourn a loss of something in motherhood.

I believe mothers are always in transition. The first time we feel the pain of motherhood is when we are eight centimeters and cry, "this needs to stop, I don't want to do this anymore, I can't do this anymore." But we are given no choice but, to push on and cry till the last push and our precious child comes forth. Not one mother, young or old ever forgets that moment. When my daughter in love was in labor, I knew when she was in transition, I felt her pain and mine was brought back as I remembered. I knew she could get through it but, transition is never easy. This was just the beginning of the Seasons of our tears as a mother.

The season of our tears, the tears of the last time our child would do something for the last time. There is no warning, that this would be the last time they would crawl, breastfeed, not sleep through the night, the last time you will tie their shoes, the last time they wouldn't need a diaper, the last time they wouldn't need training wheels, the last time you would dress them. The list goes on and on... We would love to hold onto some of those moments, so the tears appear as we are now in transition to the next stage of motherhood, the next season.

I took a poll, what stage of motherhood did you cry the most? I sent text messages, posted on Facebook, sent out emails, and messages. I was overwhelming surprised that the majority said, when my child became an adult. Then the second was when they became teenagers.  Both of these seasons are seasons, our children think they don't need us anymore. They distant themselves from us to find their own path. A mom's heart breaks into a thousand pieces because we know what is ahead for them. We have protected them under our wings and have covered them, sheltered them, stood in front of them to protect.  Now they are telling us, they don't need us anymore. When we know as moms, they will always need us, and secretly they know we will not leave our post. I think that is why some are so harsh in their exit because no matter what we will still be there. Those tears of moving on for us is unbearable sometimes, where do we go from there? our purpose was our children, how do we find another purpose when our heart cries of motherhood and our tears bury us and flood us like we are drowning and seem to not be able to breathe. Another transition that we scream, " get this pain to stop, I can't go on anymore, please give me something for the pain" Then it subsides but, never forgotten. The seasons of a mother's tears goes on.

There were some mothers that their hearts are still broken. As they told me the stories of the Pain that caused devastation in their lives and in their heart, that they broke into a thousand pieces. What do you say when someone tells you, It was when my daughter was murdered, or when someone says, when my son went to prison, or what about, when I had to pick my son up again because he was strung out on drugs and sleeping on the streets, What do you say when a Mom says, when my son was hit by a drunk driver, or when a mom looks at you and said, I cried more when I found out my son cheated or hit his wife, A mom telling you, I cry more now because my daughter is on drugs and sells herself for them. How do you give comfort to a mom when she tells you, I haven't spoken to my child in years, and I have never met my grandchildren. All around us our mamma in such pain, there season of tears has lasted longer than most. Their season of tears may last until they reach glory and sit on the lap of Jesus and finally find comfort. My heart grieves for these moms and no words could be spoken at the time they told their stories. They didn't need my words, they just needed me to care and to listen at that moment because the world has looked at them differently. But they are mothers that have gotten up even with their broken pieces and have gone on. They may have tears but, they are moving. These are the mommas I want in my life as they inspire me.

Recently, I went to a woman's conference and heard a story of a momma that had been praying for over thirty years, that her son would come to Christ and surrender the alcoholism that has ravished his life. She wouldn't give up on her son, many had thought he was a lost caused, but she saw him as her son and how Christ saw him, Whole and set free! You can't stop a momma on a mission, she will storm those prison gates and will pray to set her child free. She will petition heavens gates and storm to the throne room, asking God for deliverance on behalf of her child. A momma on a mission is deadly, she will march right up to the devil's camp and take back what the enemy has stolen from her. She cannot be stopped. Her son was the guest speaker at this conference. he told the mommas, the grandmas, the aunts, and any other women that was praying for someone. Don't stop as he lifted his mom's hands and said, "God is in the business of answering your prayers and it will come to past." I am proof that the mothers' prayers availed much" Mommas stand your ground, God isn't finished with our children and our tears have been seen.

                                  Sometimes I wanted to give up but, I remembered who was 


God gave each one of us Mommas a heart that would break, but also a heart that loves in a way that it would break. But when broken, it also heals. In moments I know I have said, if I would have known being a mom would hurt this bad, I don't think I would have done it. I know those words were spoken out of pure brokenness because there isn't a moment that I would take back and not want to live again with my children. Those moments whether good or bad made me who I am today. Those moments fashioned me into the woman I am. Those tears were used to grow me and to blossom me into the person that sits at this computer writing, how good God is, even when motherhood isn't what I thought it would be. But the seasons of my tears moved me forward and gave me strength I wouldn't have had if I wasn't a mother. In everything there is a season, Motherhood is a season that keeps on going. Cry those tears momma, that means you have loved!!


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The words ring true. In my experience it’s been the youngest child you raise. Whether your own or a grandchild.
So many times, just when you believe that they have turned a corner, or have had such a devastating experience that you think surely this will change their mindset….and it doesn’t.
I agree that we just have to keep praying. I will also admit that there are seasons when I have looked at it all and said what’s the use.
Nothing will ever change till I’m gone or they’re gone. Pretty grim.
Once I get over myself and my pity party, I take up the mantle again because I KNOW, But God.


What a wonderful story. You are a gifted writer, Bambi Lynn.

Rebecca Zilliox

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