Beautiful Mother

Sarah Hart, Kevin B. Hipp

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Susan from Marietta, GA on May 5, 2006
This song is so beautiful. The lyrics are so tender. It touches your heart throughout the whole song.

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Jessica and Marcos from Pearland, TX on February 6, 2006
When my brother and I heard this we both felt like crying becuase it was such a beautiful song.

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Aline from Mesa, AZ on January 17, 2006
This song is so tenderly written. Its message is from the heart and is spiritual at the same time.

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Artist Reflection

I admit, with much trepidation , that in my faith journey I had never felt very close to the Blessed Mother. In all honesty, during my formative years I had a family filled with extremely strong women, steeped in the feminist movement of the day, who were incredible role models, authors of the "You go, girl!" attitude. Not that I did not revere Mary, mind you! But in light of my own strong family of women, I just didn't really "need" her, nor understand her, for that matter. She seemed to me, in all those pictures and statues, so peaceful, . . . quiet, . . . demure, . . . willing to say "yes" to anything; not at all the image of the woman I wanted to become.

And then, I became a mother. And it really was as if, in those first few weeks of my baby's life, the light went on. What in the world was peaceful, . . . quiet, . . . demure about having a baby? It wrecked your body, your sleep patterns, your house, your self-esteem; yet it was filled with grace, letting go, loving unconditionally, forgetting self. So I said "yes" to motherhood, much like Mary's "yes" — mine, of course, on a much less divine scale! For the first time I understood the real power of woman: not in making money, rising through the corporate ranks, being self sufficient or better off without a man/family; but in being a nurturer, a comfort, a friend, a bringer of life. There is not much on this earth more powerful than the kind of love it takes to say "yes" to mommydom. I had a new respect for Mary; I finally "got" her.

Certainly, Mary changed her share of dirty diapers, worried, had sleepless nights, got tired of answering the same question a thousand times, hated laundry, fretted about Jesus becoming a "loner" in those teenage years, cried over him again, and again, and again. So in my own journey of faith, I came to this understanding of our most Blessed Mom not as merely a holy woman, but as ONE OF US; a scared, but strong, girl who said the ultimate "yes"; who truly understands, comforts, befriends and prays for us moms.

- Sarah Hart