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When my first child was born, I was unqualified for the job. If there were a test, I would’ve failed. Knowing my ineptitude, doctors and nurses would’ve snatched Noah and shooed me out of the hospital.

A hormonal haze clouded me into thinking I did fail. What else would you call a botched birth and a wretched aftermath? They sure didn’t smack of success. Like Hester Prynne, I felt I had a scarlet letter stamped on my chest. Only mine was an “F” (for failure) instead of Hester’s “A” (for adultery).

My skewed thinking went something like this: I lived a childhood twice broken; first by my parents’ divorce, and later by my mom’s death. I was a self-centered, 34-year-old workaholic. My belief in God was riddled more with suspicion than love. The uprooting of my early years rendered me a damaged seed. No way could I be a safe harbor for a child.

Substitute for Love

Until Noah, I spent life qualifying: for college, graduate school, reporting and editing jobs, and my freelancing career. Nearly a compulsion, overachieving was also a substitute for mother love. Hope Edelman writes in Motherless Daughters:

‘Compulsion is despair on the emotional level,’ writes Geneen Roth in When Food is Love: Exploring the Relationship Between Eating and Intimacy. ‘The substances, people, or activities that we become compulsive about are those that we believe capable of taking our despair away.’ These behaviors develop and persist because we can convince ourselves that they aid us in some way. … A girl becomes an overachiever to elicit the praise and respect from strangers that she can’t get from her family, or to force her surviving parent to acknowledge her success.

Noah’s arrival revealed just how reliant I’d become on my ability to succeed. Once I acknowledged it, I could begin self-repair. Dr. Diana Barnes, a psychotherapist who specializes in women’s reproductive mental health, recently told me:

There’s a whole psychology to becoming a mother. … The loss of a mother is so profound that even if we have a hostile relationship with our mother, all of that material comes flying to the surface. It is kind of embedded in our experience of becoming mothers.

PPD might’ve magnified my feelings of loss and inadequacy. I suspect I would’ve encountered them no matter what, though. As Barnes says, for a woman without a mom, having a baby returns her to her roots. Four years later I see more clearly what God was after. To use something good—motherhood—to help heal something bad—mother loss.

Lovely Are Those Who Lack

God doesn’t pick beautiful, talented people to be his messengers. He taps unusual candidates, people with tragic flaws and a looming lack.

Madeleine L’Engle writes about this in Walking on Water: Reflections on Faith and Art. She points to Moses, who stuttered and was past middle age when

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Liz Curtis Higgs. Photo courtesy of LizCurtisHiggs.com.

God called him to lead his people out of Egypt. “He was reluctant and unwilling, and he couldn’t control his temper,” L’Engle says. Yet he wasn’t consumed by the burning bush. His face was blindingly bright after he spoke to God in the cloud on Mount Sinai.

Liz Curtis Higgs speaks of being an unlikely messenger for Christ. After a serene childhood, she followed a dangerous path of drugs and promiscuity. “I’m one of those people who had to fall all the way down to the bottom of the pit, until I had nowhere else to look but up,” Higgs writes in explanation of her faith journey. With the help of colleagues at a radio station where she worked, Higgs found Christ.

Speaking at last month’s Writing for the Soul conference, Higgs said:

My story is nothing but proof that God can work with incredibly unpromising material. Whatever it takes God waits with us in the darkness until we wake up. Now I understand that God was … with me in the darkest times of my pit. That’s an overwhelming thing to realize, and it’s true for us today.

Like Higgs, I fell into a pit. My descent followed childbirth. I was an unlikely candidate for motherhood, at least in the world’s eyes. Sometimes I still entertain that mean thought. But it’s less frequent now. Early on I asked God to fill the massive gap, to show me how to be a mom. It’s a daily prayer, really, because I’m still unqualified. The good I see in my children, the depth that’s been added to my life—it’s all God’s work. I’m just trying to follow his lead.

L’Engle puts it best:

In a very real sense not one of us is qualified, but it seems that God continually chooses the most unqualified to do his work, to bear his glory. If we are qualified, we tend to think that we have done the job ourselves. If we are forced to accept our evident lack of qualification, then there’s no danger that we will confuse God’s work with our own, or God’s glory with our own.

5 Comments
  1. A verse that has encouraged me through becoming a mother is this:

    When it came to presenting the Message to people who had no background in God’s way, I was the least qualified of any of the available Christians. God saw to it that I was equipped, but you can be sure that it had nothing to do with my natural abilities. – Ephesians 3:7-8 (The Message)

    God equips us for what he wants us to do, even if we feel like we’re the worst possible candidate for the job. I was quite freaked out about having my son and remained so for the first year or two. Then I realized that I was an awesome mom raising an awesome kid, and I needed to give God props for using my broken heart to make me a great mother. Admittedly, it was more difficult to feel that way the second time around because of the PPD (and still is sometimes), but I know God is equipping me to be the perfect mother for my little girl, as well.

  2. Kris, you hit the nail squarely on the head. When i had my first son, I thought to myself over and over (as part of my PPD mantra): What did I do??? This little human being relies totally on ME to survive?? there is no way I can do this!! “Unqualified” is such the right word. As if you interivew for a job… a job you are “unqualified” for… but some how, by the grace of God, you get and take the job, which locks you into a life contract…. then, only a few hours on the job, you have a horrifying realization you don’t have the skills/ability/reserve to do the job, and you wonder to yourself how you managed to convince yourself that you did when you first applied for the job. Simply TERRIFYING and devastating.
    I SO feel you! thank you for sharing 🙂

  3. I really appreciate your honesty. I’ve raised four children (with God’s grace) and now find myself coming face to face with my own insecurities. I find your post rather ironic. I guess my desire to be a mother was my compulsion and since I never sought a career, I feel a huge lack when it comes to qualifying for one. I guess we all know that feeling at one time or another. Angela stated it perfected in her comment. Yet, if God will do for me in this area like he has done for you through motherhood I’d say there’s hope for this ol’ mom. Your children are blessed because they have a mother who is humble and leans on God for direction. That is not always the case.

  4. Funny that I didnt feel unqualified for mothering my children when they were born. I do, however, feel unqualified for raising three teenagers. God help me! That is my prayer daily. The amazing thing is, God always knows what we need at the time we need it the most. Just as I was beginning to think about my next phase in life and what stamp can I leave on this world, we were sent my precious Melina! God knew I needed her. And not only did I need her but this family needed her. She is our sanity when things get crazy raising three teenagers! She makes our elderly parents feel young again. She continues to amaze all of us; Aunts, Uncles, YiaYia and Papou, Grandma and Papa! As I continue to stuggle with the trials and tribulations of raising teens and prepare for my son to leave the nest, I look to God for strength to get me through these next six months. Thank you, Kris, for continuing to share your heart with the world!

  5. The way God designed the process of birth–whether it is intervention free or not–there is a point in labor when a woman feels out of control. I believe that God wants us to turn to him as we become mothers. Not one of us is completely prepared.

    Kristina, you have shared your heart, thank-you. I like the quotes you chose. As women we need to encourage each other and help each along the way.

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