I have written a few times on the challenges of motherhood and about how hard this job is. But no matter how hard it is, it is truly the most rewarding and beautiful thing I have ever had the privelage to do.
Something occurred to me recently: while motherhood is raw and real and messy and hard, I must not forget that it is blessing. I have felt convicted lately because I tend to throw myself a nice little pity party when I’m having a rough day. When I’m tired. When I don’t want to play the sixty-seventh game of peek-a-boo. When all I want to do is take a hot shower instead of a lukewarm bath with my six month old. So, yes, motherhood is gritty and quite unglamorous. But we mothers are not victims of motherhood. I say this out of my own conviction and I hope you hear my heart. If you are a mother, that is your mission field; it is your calling. It’s not easy, but it’s a gift. I am not calling anyone out by writing these words. But it has been on my heart to declare that motherhood is a gift. It’s fair to express how tired we are as moms, but I’m all too guilty of making that my mantra for motherhood…collapsing into a heap at the end of the day in complaining about my lack of free time. It is not a sin to be tired, it is not a sin to be weary; but it is our duty as mothers to be examples of gratitude for our children.
“Give thanks in all circumstances; for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus” (1 Thessalonians 5:18)
I’ve been confronted with the fact that so many mothers around the world are battling things I can’t comprehend. I may feel exhausted or be yearning for some “me-time,” but I’m not fighting for my child’s life or wondering where my family’s next meal will come from.
There are hard moments, but the time I spend with Judah is amazing. I love peek-a-boo and would gladly play sixty-eight times to see his huge smile. I love letting him try new foods and the sweetness of bonding through nursing him to sleep every nap time and bedtime. His joy is infectious, and it is hilarious to me when he becomes serious and furrows his brows. Sometimes I get caught up in the hard parts and forget that this amazing, beautiful job was designed just for me: the job of being Judah’s mama.
I will fail in this. I will continue to complain when little things come up. But I am grateful for this calling to be Judah’s mother, and I will fight for a grateful heart. I will show my son Jesus’ love with my words and actions to the best of my ability.
Would you join me, mamas?