My name is Kellie Harrington. I wanted to post my experiences as a mom, wife and life in general because, first off, I have a lot that I hold on to and need to get some things out. Also, there’s something comforting in knowing that there’s someone else out there who feels the way you do and is going through something similar as you. Sometimes knowing that is the solution itself…You are not alone…
I came up with the name He Calls Me Mom because my role and life changed when I married. My husband, Bobby, and I met in April 2014, got engaged in August 2014 and married December 20, 2014. Hey, when you know, you know! Yes, I was already a mom to a daughter, Aubri, and she still is and always will be a very important factor in my life. But I didn’t need help loving and caring for her. It just came naturally. I raised her from birth and have had a leading role in her upbringing and shaping her morals and worldview. But when I got married my stepson, Christian, (often referred as my son) was already 6. I had no hand in his upbringing. Much of his morals had already been shaped. His personality was already developed (as much as it can be for a 6 year old). But still I thought that helping in raising him would be a piece of cake. After all, I already had 5 years under my belt and he was only 6!
Boy was I wrong! I quickly experienced the challenges of being a step parent. I had to re-learn how to be a parent but this time to a child that’s not my own. The love that I thought would come naturally did not come. Instead I had to learn what love really is. Since getting married I have clung to the words of 1 Corinthians 13:4-7:
Love is patient and kind. Love is not jealous or boastful or proud or rude. It does not demand its own way. It is not irritable, and it keeps no record of being wronged. It does not rejoice about injustice but rejoices whenever the truth wins out. Love never gives up, never loses faith, is always hopeful, and endures through every circumstance.
This scripture is molding me into the mother and wife that God desires me to be. Things that I thought I knew I realized I didn’t know. I thought I was already a good mom based on society’s standards but I wasn’t based on God’s.
Now, getting back to the name… Despite all of the challenges, outbursts of anger and crying fits, Christian asked to call me mom. Naturally I wanted to come up with another name out of respect for his biological mom but he insisted. The thought of him wanting to call me mom melted me. It actually convicted me because I could think of times where I wasn’t a pleasant person to be around and allowed frustration and bitterness to build up inside of me that affected the way I treated him. Yet, he still wanted to call me mom. That is when I saw his forgiving heart. Oh, to forgive and love the way a child does. He was closer to mirroring the forgiveness of God then I was. So there is a lot of weight and significance in him calling me mom. One thing a mom will do is love. Love has a standard. That standard is set forth in 1 Corinthians 13.
“Until you are around people that bring out the worst in you, you are not in a position for God to bring out the best in you.” – Beth Moore.
He is doing just that. He is finding areas in my heart that are dark and cleansing me from the inside out. Psalms 139:23, 24 says:
Search me, O God, and know my heart;
test me and know my anxious thoughts.
Point out anything in me that offends you,
and lead me along the path of everlasting life.
The goal is not simply to be a good mom and wife. The goal is for my holiness and sanctification in the name of Jesus Christ. So when I think of Christian calling me mom I’m reminded of the amazing work that God is doing to purge me of my selfishness and sinfulness and transform me into the image of His son. Albeit a difficult road, it is totally worth it!