Raising Children

There’s nothing quite like being a Mommy. I love all of the titles I carry: wife, sister, daughter, friend… but there is something so special about being a Mommy. Maybe because it is, by far, the hardest job I’ve ever had and will ever have. Many times I’ve caved under the pressure of it all. I’ve wished I had a boss with a hefty comb-over in true Trump fashion, who might utter the words, you’re fired, and I could pack up my office in a tiny brown box and be done (even for a day). The days where tears flow freely and my heart aches as frustrations mount higher than my laundry pile or to-do-list. When I don’t have the answers or energy to break up spats and clean up messes. When I’m too selfish to invest. Being a Mommy will break you, one way or another, and force you to be self-less. It’s a good thing. It’s a beautiful thing!

They say joys are the most cherished when we’ve walked through the fire of our trials and testings and come out victorious! Enduring and experiencing pain makes the joy that much more enjoyable. I think back to my third child’s labor where I willingly endured it all-natural! This experience was nothing like my previous two labors of which I had epidurals. There was nothing quite like going from the most excruciating pain I’ve ever experienced to complete relief within seconds. I’d do it all over again; there’s nothing quite like it.

I love the quote in one of my very favorite books, Gold By Moonlight by, Amy Carmichael

“There is something in the trend of our thoughts that is like the backwash of the waves, as wave after wave breaks on the shore. We have looked up. We have seen the lovely radiance of that upper air. But our feet must walk the ways of the earth down that dreary hill, past those sombre trees, and into the valley, before we can press up through the mist and stand under shining skies.”

The blessings that come from being a Mommy far outweigh the years of tears, baggy sweatpants, messy buns, sacrificial love, and the feeling that we are completely and utterly cut off from the real world. The blessings of seeing children grasp the love of God is priceless. The moment your strong-willed babe leans over and kisses you and says, Wov-u Mama, without any prompting. The fruit of your labor of love, dedication to discipline and training and teaching. Over. and over. and over. and over again.

The messes you let them make;
piles of play dough,
hands deep in flour,
tables marked with crayon and maker,
for the sake of creativity and togetherness!

You are enduring, dear Mama.
You are doing amazing work!
You are sacrificing many things in order to give your children the best you can.
You are, many days, tired and weary.

Stay strong, dear Mommy! Your work in not in vain, and you will yield fruit in due season! Do not be weary in well doing! Keep going, day by day! Find your joy and strength in the Lord.

Psalm 127: 3-5 MSG:

^3-5Don’t you see that children are God’s best gift?
    the fruit of the womb his generous legacy?
Like a warrior’s fistful of arrows
    are the children of a vigorous youth.
Oh, how blessed are you parents,
    with your quivers full of children!
Your enemies don’t stand a chance against you;
  you’ll sweep them right off your doorstep.

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