Happy Mother’s Day to each beautiful, wonderful mom! To my incredible, beautiful, wonderful Mom, I thank you for being an example of patience, perseverance, gratitude, and encouragement. Thank you for being my number one supporter throughout my journey through mothering young children.
It is often said that being a mother is the hardest job on the planet. It is a profession that is usually thankless, exhausting, frustrating, and chaotic. A baby begins life in our womb as a parasite; they take whatever they can and need from our body that gives freely. Often it seems that the one-way flow of life-giving doesn’t stop at birth. A friend shared with me that a study determined that a mom spends, on average, 55 minutes each day looking for something each day that someone ELSE has misplaced. This doesn’t include the time spent looking for the things her sleep-deprived self has lost.
But the mother-child relationship appears to become much more symbiotic when you put rose-colored glasses on. The special tinting on those rose-colored glasses is called joy and thanksgiving. If you put these glasses on, it is quite possible that your load will lighten.
Someone needed to hand me a pair of glasses last night in the store. 3 tired kids and a worn-out mom, a near-concussion on the concrete floor, drum playing on metal cooler section, and persistent requests for everything unhealthy were enough to drive me to tears. And it nearly did.
But in retrospect, I can see the beauty in that store experience. My beautiful daughter was trying so hard to maximize her money to buy me a Mother’s Day gift that I would be thrilled with. She only needed 3 cents extra. And the boys, well, I am so thankful they have legs to run, and they were laughing (at least until Gantry’s head almost split open). They were having a grand time. I thank God I have been entrusted to guide these beautiful little lives.
Life through special lenses of joy and thanksgiving allows our life to change color, literally. Dropped eggs in the kitchen aren’t just a mess. They are learning to cook and how to clean up a mess. And ask for help when they need it. Repeated requests to play ball aren’t just time stealers from our duties in the house, they are an opportunity for discovery and practice of the gifts and talents God has placed in them.
But the biggest blessing is to us as a Mother. Proverbs 31:28 says: “Her children will arise and call her blessed.” A parasite cares nothing for its host. It just takes without considering the burden it places. But when our children look at us with thanksgiving, laugh in our midst, and someday arise and call us blessed, we can be thankful that we chose to put on a new view in our life!
God’s blessings to you all. Mothers, thank you for being steadfast in your joy and thanksgiving. You are blessed, and your children are blessed.