Motherhood on a given day

Motherhood on a given day

Motherhood is so many things at once, all in a given day.
It’s refining.
It’s painful.
It’s beautiful.
It’s hard.
It’s a marathon.
It’s holy work.
It’s ministry.
It’s wanting to quit. But knowing you never would.
It’s so special.
It’s a lot of responsibility.
It’s fun.
It’s meaningful.
It’s all day, every day.
It’s everything you’ve wanted.
It’s a battle with your own selfish nature.
It’s an answer to prayer.
It’s dying to self even on days when everyone’s melting down (for no apparent reason).
It’s serving others even when you have a headache (and you want to sleep in and have coffee in bed).
It’s responding to little demands even when the day starts way too early.
It’s miracles playing out in front of you.
It’s a platform for teaching and training and guiding into the future God has for them.
It’s worrying, then remembering that it does no good to worry, and that prayer trumps all.
It’s worth showing up for. Every day. Over and over and over.
It’s, from the beginning, a process of letting go, as they go to the nursery for the first time, to a friend’s house, to college, and into the world… doing what God has made them to do.
It’s worth fighting for.
It’s done by God’s strength.
It’s love.
It’s a gift I’ll never take for granted.


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