This is my body. Given up for you.

Parents this is my body broken for you

The bodiliness of parenting young children.

The meaning of the words from the Eucharistic prayer“This is my body, given up for you”have taken on a profoundly different meaning after the experiences of bearing, birthing, and nursing a child.

I remember being overwhelmed with emotion (and postpartum hormones, no doubt) at the first few Masses I went to after my baby was born. When I heard Christ’s words of love and sacrifice, I could barely breath through what they now stirred up in me: the recent, raw memory of my body broken and bled, given up for another. The well-worn phrase I’d heard thousands of times since childhood now seemed shocking in its earthiness, its bodiliness, its brute power.

Pregnancy for me is not the glowing euphoria it seems to be for some women. It’s an amazing experience, don’t get me wrongbut I do not love it. I’m exhausted, uncomfortable. Nauseous in the first trimester, winded in the third. I struggle with the loss of control over my own body, and I wonder if I have the physical and mental strength to bear what it demands of me.

So when I meditate on these words and their meaning for pregnancy“This is my body, given up for you”—I‘m reminded that I do this out of love. I do not carry this child for self-fulfillment or my own delight. I do this because I am called, and because I am graced with the gift to do so.

Childbirth is the same. I did not relish the hours of laboring through contractions, riding waves of greater pain than I had ever known in my life. I did not love the long healing process or the wringer my body was put through. But I loved that child it gave me; I loved him more than my small heart ever thought possible. I gave my body up for him, and I learned so much about love and sacrifice in the process.

I can say that I did love nursing, much to my surprise. After a thoroughly unexpected birth experience, nursing my baby helped me to bond and heal. Months of thrush were challenging and cringe-worthy even in retrospect, but I was determined to make it through. Persevering taught me much about what I was capable of and what the gift of self was all about.

But the bodiliness of parenting is hardly restricted to maternal actions of gestating, birthing, or breast-feeding. Fathers know this truth. Parents and caregivers of adopted and foster children know this truth. This is the sacrifice that all parents make, giving up their own bodies for the children they love.

It’s pacing the floors of a dark house, your ears pierced by the screams of a colicky newborn.

It’s dragging your sleep-deprived self out of a warm bed to make a bottle for the baby.

It’s holding a sick and sobbing toddler through the night until your arms ache.

It’s scrubbing the toilet on your knees when the stomach flu tears through the household.

It’s standing on your feet for hours a day, at work for the ones you love.

It’s the heart that thumps through your chest as you wait for the doctor to give the prognosis.

It’s wrenching together the zillion pieces of the coveted Christmas toy until your fingers are sore.

It’s perching your back on rickety bleachers, season after season to cheer on your child.

It’s tossing and turning through sleepless nights of missed curfews and unanswered texts.

I imagine it never ends, the bodliness of parenting. People joke about children causing wrinkles and grey hairs, but it’s true that we bear the marks of sacrifice in our scars, our aches and anxieties. This is my body, given up for you. Out of love, out of faith, out of hope. Out of the dream that perhaps one day you, too, will give yourself up for another.

Take; this is me. There is no greater love.

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  1. Megan on 18 March 2023 at 1:31 pm

    Just beautiful. “This is my body, given up for you”… makes me want to cry. Thank you for putting words to this worthy sacrifice of childbearing and parenting!

  2. Sasha on 29 September 2014 at 1:05 pm

    Laura, I am absolutely in love with all your writings. This was beyond beautiful. I am so glad to have found you!

    • Laura on 29 September 2014 at 1:16 pm

      Thank you for your kind words, Sasha! I am so glad you found your way here! 🙂

  3. Lauren on 4 February 2011 at 4:19 pm


    This reminds me of Kerry Egan’s essay in “From the Pews in the Back.” She writes about how her understanding of the Eucharist changed once she started nursing. I often think of her essay during the eucharistic prayer now…the bodiliness of sacrifice.

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