At this moment, I’m sitting on the floor with my laptop watching my youngest play in the bath. As I sit, I can’t help but reflect over the last 16+ years of mothering.
Baths. Cuddles. Dishes. Books. Bedtimes. Naptimes. Car trips. Throw-ups. Special blankies. Big hugs. Tantrums. Laundry. Food prep. Mealtime. Consequences. Long talks. Clean-up. Comforting. Prayer. Bible. Church. Togetherness. Tickles. Laughs. Tears. Sickness. Forgiveness. Love.
Mothering encompasses all of this and so much more.
We do so much, so why does it always seem to amount to so little?
I’ve come to realize we’re adding up the wrong things.
We’re adding up our expectations and not our realities.
The reality is our days are filled with such meaningful work. Our expectations try to convince us otherwise.
Our expectations say we must have something to show for it to mean anything.
Our expectations are dead wrong.
The reality is beautiful. It truly is. The day-to-day life spent mothering might not be super fun at all times, but it never stops being important.
And if we’re wise, we’ll say yes to it every. single. day.
If you needed this as much as I did,
maybe there’s someone you could share it with who might need these words too.