I was utterly exhausted. Our toddler, Jackson, had been waking up at night for weeks, and my system was totally out of whack. I felt weepy, helpless, and cranky.

When we tried to let Jax “cry it out,” even for just two minutes, he got so upset that he actually threw up. Talk about frustrating! I tried putting music in his room, giving him a teddy bear, even sleeping with him–and nothing seemed to work, at least for long. Whatever the reasons, he got into the habit of “night-waking.” And I didn’t know what to do! (By the way, my husband Carey was a great help. He was always willing to take turns getting up with Jackson, but even then, I woke up when Jackson cried.)

One night during that period of time, as I was rocking the little guy to sleep, I inserted his name into “Jesus Loves the Little Children” and sang, “Jesus loves the little Jacksons, all the Jacksons of the world.” I had done the same with my now-seven year-old. Like all children, they loved hearing their names.

On this particular night, Jackson began asking me to insert other names into the song, like his cousin Molly’s, or his brother Jordan’s (whom Jax calls “Da- doo”). And then he asked me to put my name in the song. And of course, to him my name is “Mommy.” So, to please him, I sang, “Jesus loves the little mommies, all the mommies of the world…”

And I begin to think, “Yes, that’s right! Jesus loves all the mommies, like me.” I smiled as I remembered that in my fatigue and discouragement, Jesus loved me the same as He always had.

I continued singing, “Every color, every race,” and I thought of all the moms across the world rocking their babies and singing to them at that very moment. I realized once again what a privilege it was to be in the mommy-hood, even when it meant getting up at all hours. (At least I knew there were mommies in other time zones that were awake when I was!)

Looking at my baby, I felt a new kinship with my heavenly Father as He reminded me of the verse (Zephaniah 3:17) which says He quiets us with His love and rejoices over us with singing. What an awesome thought! He knows how we love our children and pour ourselves out for them, because He loves us even more—and He poured Himself out for us on the cross.

As I finished the song by singing, “All are covered by His grace,” I prayed, Thank you, Jesus, for loving mommies. Thank you for your love that surrounds us when we are scared, your grace that covers us when we make mistakes, and your strength when we are weak.

I put my child to bed, grinning as a final thought crossed my mind:

Just like moms, God is always “on call.” Now that’s a comforting thought!

9 Responses to Comfort
  1. Janice (5 Minutes for Mom)
    November 5, 2006 | 12:18 am

    What a beautiful post Dena!!! Thank you! I think I while remember this post every time I hear that song now – what a wonderful reminder of God’s love!

  2. Paula
    November 5, 2006 | 10:13 am

    It is wonderful that God loves us no matter where we are at in our walk or situation.
    I had a piece of advice a while back that I hung onto. You usually don’t see teenage boys wake up and want to sleep with their mommy. So at some point it will stop. I know you may think, TEENAGER?? THAT LONG?? But it brought me comfort because I thought there is a light at the end of the tunnel. The tunnel may be long but there is light. The second piece advice I heard, someday you will wish to rock them at night when they no longer want you to.
    May that also will bring comfort to late night mommies!

  3. Dena Dyer
    November 5, 2006 | 12:13 pm

    Thanks for your encouragement, ladies. 🙂

  4. Jennifer, Snapshot
    November 5, 2006 | 8:11 pm

    Yes, indeed, quite comforting. We need His love if we are to be an endless supply of it to our families.

  5. Susan (5 Minutes for Mom)
    November 5, 2006 | 8:22 pm

    I can relate to the rigors of night-time parenting. My toddler also wakes up throughout the night wanting reassurance that I’m there and she’s okay. (I still nurse her and we co-sleep so it is much easier than having to get myself up all night… but I definitely don’t get the undisturbed sleep of my past.)

    I love the way you personalized that song. What a special time of togetherness… although it’s hard to enjoy it in the middle of the night.

    It always amazes me to think that God loves us as much and even more than I love my baby. It’s almost unbelievable!

  6. Erna
    November 5, 2006 | 9:06 pm

    A comforting thought indeed. :0)

  7. Susanne
    November 5, 2006 | 11:33 pm

    What a lovely post! It moved me to tears as it touched my heart!

  8. Dena Dyer
    November 6, 2006 | 12:00 am

    Susanne, Erna, Susan, Jennifer, Paula and Janice:

    Thanks so much for your kind words. I’m glad that my experience encouraged you. God is so good to give us what we need when we need it. 🙂
    Blessings to you all,

  9. Debbie
    November 6, 2006 | 8:44 am

    My son is no longer small and these days I worry about him when he is late getting home from work. But I do remember the late nights, the battles with colic and a baby boy who just wanted to be held close.

    Your post brought back memories that left me thankful for my son. And for the special (but tired) moments of closeness we shared! Thanks for the share!