Sunday, May 12, 2013

I'm a Mom

I'm a mom.

I meet a lot of needs all day long.
I run a diner and maid service.
But I also teach cooking and cleanliness.
(Give a child a fish he eats for a day...teach him to fish, get the point.)

I also do lots of laundry.  Most of it looks like this shirt.

I'm a mom.

I drag my kids out of bed for school at 7 AM on the weekdays and tell them to watch cartoons when they pop awake on their own at 6:15 AM on the weekends.
(Why do they do that??)

I smooth over hurt feelings and fights between siblings.
I apply bandaids.
(Both the physical and emotional kind.)

I sometimes find my kids' names written on the walls.

I'm my kids' biggest cheerleader.
I'm also the one who takes them to task when they do something wrong.
I expect a lot out of them,
but they know my number one goal is that they love God and others.

I try to balance reason and self-restraint with the overwhelming Mother Bear urge to smack anyone that hurts my children.
I mess up and hurt them myself sometimes.
I wish that weren't the case.

I'm a mom.

And all the door jambs in my house look like this...

I'm a mom.

I pray for my kids.
I pray with my kids.

I say a silent thank you for every warm embrace and slobbery kiss they offer me.

I take each day as it comes, knowing these kids don't belong to me.
I trust that God holds them in his hands much more securely than I do,
but I do relish the honor of parenting them the best I can.
What a gift.

I'm a mom.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Beautifully said. Beautifully lived.