It’s the week before Mother’s Day and most of our kids don’t have a clue, but our husbands are starting to panic about making the day special, so that’s sort of fun.
There’s a lot of pressure this time of year for moms, too. We are on the home stretch of another school year and we’ve lost the will to continue. We can smell summer. We long for its freedom and are terrified of it for the same reason.
We are wondering how we got here so quickly with babies in the nest or teens learning to fly out of it. We spend a childhood building a home, and just when we think we’ve got it figured out, we look around and it’s empty. We raise these babies–not to keep, but to teach them how to leave. It’s the perfect heartbreak.
I’m no parenting expert, but one time a child of mine did say that I was the best mother she ever had.
So, there’s that.
I love being a mom. At the end of the day–no matter how many mismatched socks are in the laundry basket or how many eye rolls I’ve endured, I am glad I said yes to motherhood.
But it’s no surprise that motherhood is hard–hard like crying yourself to sleep. Hard like second-guessing every decision. Hard like catching someone else’s bodily fluids with you hands.
Hard like giving up pie.
A mother is a person who seeing there are only four pieces of pie for five people, promptly announces she never did care for pie.” -Tenneva Jordan
Dear moms–what you do matters.
And if you never accomplish anything more than mothering these sweet and sour kids at your feet or towering above your head, than you have done it all. You have done enough.
We fish the icky things out of the dark scary disposal. We sniff diapers. We clean and trim other people’s finger and toenails. We give up the other half of our bagel so our child can have a second breakfast. We smell socks to determine if they are clean or not. We wait for hours and hours and hours in car lines, doctors offices, at dental appointments, practices, rehearsals and recitals. We go into bedrooms that should be condemned. We nag and mend and listen and love. We weep and whisper prayers and wear weary babies and we wish for answers. We clean up messes we don’t make. We give up our bodies, our beds, our figures, our very lives for other people.We sacrifice something we really want for something our kids really need.
We say yes.
And then we say yes some more. Some days we say yes without getting anything in return.
Because that’s what moms do.
The most important thing you can do for yourself this Mother’s Day: is remember that what you do is important. The unseen, unknown hard work of motherhood is changing your kids’ world. And it matters that you do it.
Small service may feel small, but size doesn’t matter. And there isn’t anyone else in the world who needs to hear this more: Moms, your small daily acts of service, your mundane messes–they matter so much more than you think it does.
Because when we embrace our yes–as messy and undervalued as it may seem some days, it gives us the passion to keep saying yes every day. And we remember that “Family life is a lot like a runny peach pie–not perfect, but who’s complaining?”- Robert Brault
One day there won’t be anyone asking to borrow our clothes, reaching for our hand, making us handmade cards, filling our car with smells, our home with messes, our lives with noise.
We love that even though we don’t love every minute of motherhood, every phase, every hard day that leaves us weary and wondering if we are doing it right–we love that God chose us for them.
Even if it means we eat a little less pie.