Every year, on Mother’s Day, we thank our mothers for their selflessness and love. Although, we mothers, often question our choices and how we fall short of the idealistic image of a perfect mom.
Just a couple of days ago, a friend and I lamented about the weariness of raising a family. We wondered why we chose to leave our careers and raise children who drive us insane. There are times when we are envious of yummy mummies who get to dress up, wear high heels and still have time to head to the gym while we, in sweat-soaked tees, chase after
monkeys children in our Mary Janes.
It is an intense period of hard work: physically, mentally and emotionally. Often sleep deprived, we continue to entertain the little people in chirpy voices, singing the same song every time they say: “Sing again, Mama! We want to hear it.” and reading the same story until we’re able to rattle off every sentence without looking at the page.
On top of that, we handle “Hulk” moments a.k.a. spontaneous meltdowns and skilful negotiations.
Throw in cleaning, washing, cooking and picking up Lego pieces.
All these at an average of 12 hours a day. Every day.
Clearly, this isn’t going to end anytime soon. So what’s a mother to do?
God reminds me that my children are fearfully and wonderfully made. (Psalms 139:14)
Look past the “Hulk” moments, the fidgeting as if they had ants in their pants, and past the “you can’t catch me…” even though you specifically told them to stop…
Those little hands and legs….their heart….them.
They are God’s masterpieces.
Source: Darlene Schacht (Time-warp Wife)
It is extremely difficult to keep thinking the good when faced with a terrible, no good, very bad day. It’s almost impossible to think that your child is God’s masterpiece when he/she is screaming right in your face.
The good news is, we aren’t to do everything on our own. God promises us to be the source of help. (Psalms 73:26) God is faithful. He will never give us more than what we can bear. (1 Cor 10:13)
As for my friend and I, we concluded we would make the very same choices, when given a second chance.
So why bother having such a conversation when the choice remains clear? I’m not sure. Perhaps, it’s just one of those things we had to talk it out of our system. 🙂
To you, weary mom who ask yourself the same question and yet raise your children anyway, Happy Mother’s Day!
Not forgetting you, yummy mummy, Happy Mother’s Day!