Busy, busy, busy…these are the three words that come to mind when thinking of the day. Up at 5:50 am (that’s actually sleeping in a bit), let dog out, let dog in, feed dog, feed cat, let dog out again, make coffee, quickly swig coffee, read a bit of news on the Internet, one kid up, then another, then another, feed them, jump in shower, check on kids, get husband out of bed, make lunch, comb daughter’s hair, get toddler dressed, put out fresh water for dog, say goodbye to husband and one child, double-check locks on doors, turn off coffee pot, load up two kids, drop off one, drop off the other, say daily prayer to the Lord, and then head to work.
Work stuff. Reports, percentages, discussions, meetings…paperwork.
Get off work, pick up daughter, take to swim lessons, engage in conversation with other moms, smile at daughter while she is showing off her swimming abilities, load her back up in the car, head home, greet husband, ask how oldest son’s day went, hug little one, fix dinner, do two loads of laundry, get daughter in bath, then get youngest in bath, clean bathroom, get oldest son in bath, fold a bit of laundry, straighten up toddler’s room, hold him while he rages against not wanting to go to bed, switch out with husband so that he can get little one to sleep, tuck oldest son in bed, tuck daughter in bed, tell her a story (she likes it when one is made up with her as the main character), sing a song to her, and sit down for the first time since being home from work.
THIS. This is an average day in my life, and most likely, in many other’s lives. And yet, despite how tiring it can be, how seemingly repetitive (like the movie Groundhog Day) it is, and how overwhelming it might be, I am reminded of the beauty of it all.
I am thankful for the blessing of not having to worry about where my children are sleeping tonight, if there is enough food on the table, whether we will be persecuted for believing what we believe, if I can access medicine for my family, or meet their basic needs.
In the same breath that I feel exhausted at the end of the day, I look around and hear the Lord saying,
“You are relevant.”
And then, I think about my friends who are mommies. I think, “They, too, are relevant.” Then, my heart turns to my friends who are not yet mom’s, ones who long to be but are still waiting, and one’s who are fostering the babes of other mom’s, and I think, “Yes, they are also relevant.”
Motherhood is challenging. It is incredibly emotional. It is glorious, frustrating, and disappointing at times.
At moments, it feels as raw as can be. Other times, it feels as distant as the eye can see.
It can be monotonous. It can be adventurous. It can be exhausting. Still yet, it is relevant.
When dragged down by the duties of the day, screaming of cranky babies, whining of little one’s, dishes that need to be washed, clothes hanging out in the laundry hamper, and reports that are nearing their deadlines, remember this, sweet Momma…
YOU are relevant.
The love of a mother is the veil of a softer light between the heart and the heavenly Father. -Samuel Taylor Coleridge