Hanging with the MOPS

 I went to a MOPS meeting this week, and spent some time with a group of beautiful young women. Their common bond is mothershood.

MOPS, an acronym for Mother of Preschoolers, has been around for 40 years. According to its website, MOPS is “a place to find friendship, community, resources and support” for mothers. It is a place where women can connect with other women who share the challenges of raising young children.

It was my privilege to be invited into their inner sanctum as the guest speaker this particular week. I observed their faces, listened to their chatter, watched as they cared for their precious little ones, shared their food and fellowship, and remembered when I was a young mother of a preschooler. I needed the support of other mothers just like they do. And I needed the guidance of older women who had been where I was and had gleaned wisdom along the way.

This group has chosen to let the woman described in Proverbs 31 lead them this year, taking small bites of this chapter at their bi-weekly meetings. This day they were focusing on verses 11, 12, and 23.

Her husband has full confidence in her and lacks nothing of value. She brings him good, not harm, all the days of her life. . . . Her husband is respected at the city gate, where he takes his seat among the elders of the land.”

I referenced the book by Shaunte Feldhahn, For Women Only, and her professional survey results revealing what really goes on in a man’s mind. I chose to focus on a particular chapter, the one that discloses a husband’s need for his wife’s respect and trust.

These women listened attentively, took the words to heart, and wrote down ways they plan to implement this important area of the husband-wife relationship. I could see they wanted to be good wives and well as good mothers.

Later this week, I just so happened to observe a large cage of small finches.   There were about 20 of them fluttering about in what was their permanent home. Small basket like containers were  hung high in the cage for nesting purposes. One small bird had latched onto a sprig of plastic greenery meant to make the cage look natural. The tiny bird kept picking up this oversized stem of tiny white artificial flowers and flying up to the nesting basket, trying to pull the stem into the hole of the basket.

I watched as she struggled and dropped the stem over and over. She was never deterred from her purpose. When the stem dropped, she would swoop down and grab it again, maneuver it in a clear area, then fly back up to her basket with stem in her mouth. I found myself rooting for that little bird to get that stem in the basket, even though I knew it was only plastic and would never settle in like the natural materials she needed to make it comfortable for her and her soon to be babies.

It made me think again of the MOPS group. They have the nesting instinct that comes with having children. They will do whatever is necessary to make the best home for their fledglings, even if they have to struggle, even if they drop the ball – or the twig – sometimes and have to try again. And just like I felt about the little bird, I will be rooting for them to succeed. 

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6 thoughts on “Hanging with the MOPS

  1. Thanks Peggy for the words about a wife and her husband…I needed to hear that…my Bobby and I seldom have words…but,I was”bad” today and of course I knew I needed to make it right…you “just drove it home” as they say…mkg

    • I have to remind myself, too, Marilyn. Quite often. Why is so easy to be “bad,” as you say? The flesh fights against the Spirit in us. But greater is He Who is in us than he who is in the world. Thanks be to God!

  2. We were also fascinated by those little birds and there ability to be happy and content in that small area they called home. What struck me is how well they lived together. The way they went about thier task of life,so joyously as we stood on the outside watching thier world. They were serving thier purpose, and blooming so to speak where God had placed them. Their purpose was weather they knew it or not was to bring a little happiness and smiles to the people that came and went, in a place where so many tears of loss are shed daily. Just as God planed, they did his bidding, and the expressions on several peoples faces made me Thank God for thier presence. Every Good and perfect gift to us his children are proof of his abiding care and love.

    • Isn’t it interesting that we both got individual messages from the little birds in their confined home, spreading the good news. The earth and all in it shows forth the message of God.

  3. Peggy – Thank you so much for speaking at MOPS. You are always such an encouragement and blessing for all of us. -Krista

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