I love being around mothers who are older and wiser than me. I love the wisdom they impart, I love their encouragement and I love that they always remind me that I won’t always be in this particular season of motherhood. Don’t get me wrong, I love my mom-friends. We can relate to each other, laugh with each other and share funny stories about our kids. But I crave time with seasoned mothers who have “been there, done that”. These moms know what being in the trenches is like. Because right now I’m smack dab in them!
I hope to one day be that wise, seasoned mother… but right now I’m being stretched, molded and pushed to my limits on a daily basis. And by limits I mean physical, emotional, mental and spiritual. Being in the trenches raising these little people can feel like the weight of the world is on your shoulders.
I feel honored to get to raise three boys. I feel motherhood is a privilege and one that I don’t take for granted. Being able to stay home to raise these boys is an even greater privilege. So hear my heart and please know I’m not complaining. But let’s just face it: it ain’t easy (and it sometimes isn’t always fun). There are days when I feel like I might explode if my curious five-year-old asks me ONE. MORE. QUESTION. Or when I have to change another blow-out (head-to-toe and always before we’re getting ready to go somewhere). Or when all three need me at the same time and I am torn with who needs me the most first. Or when I’ve wiped up a dirty highchair five times in one day and cleaned up a full cup of milk spilled 10 seconds after I poured it. Or when my toddler decides to put his hands and feet into fresh asphalt and touch everything in sight on his way into the house. Or when I finally get to sit down in the evening with my husband and the baby cries… then cries again as soon as I drift off the sleep. Not only is it not easy, some days are downright exhausting. There are days when I feel like all I’ve done is prepare meals, clean up after meals, change dirty diapers and wipe snotty noses.
I know this season is temporary. I know that my little ones won’t always physically need me as much as they do now, as they grow and become more independent. And I’m not wishing the little years away, because I know I’ll miss them one day. But sometimes a tired momma doesn’t want to hear “enjoy every second because you’ll miss it one day when they’re grown!” I’ve embraced Galatians 6:9 while raising these sweet boys. It tells us Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up. I am holding tight to my Lord, relying daily on His strength and guidance. Motherhood is changing me. It’s revealing things about myself (the good, the bad and the ugly). It’s forcing me to take a good look in the mirror and be the change I want to see in my family and the world. It’s brought me to my knees and made me realize just how very much I need God. I want to do this thing right. And doing something right isn’t usually easy. I want to glorify God even in the trenches and the hard stuff. I want to glorify Him through all the meals prepared. I want to glorify Him through all the messes cleaned up and diapers changed. I want to glorify Him in the middle of the night while rocking a teething baby. I want to glorify Him through the daily loads of laundry done and the changing of the wet sheets from a potty-training child. Because He sees me in all of this. That this season of motherhood is still Kingdom work and that I have a precious opportunity to show God’s love to my little ones on a daily basis through these acts of service and love.
So let’s be encouraged by Galatians 6:9. This season is for planting, watering and nourishing… and with Him we’ll one day reap a harvest!