Yesterday was Mother’s Day – a day I truly love. Years ago as I was battling infertility, motherhood seemed like a distant dream. There were days where I thought I would never hear the patter of little feet or have someone call me “mommy.”
Now years later, I’m often wishing those little feet would just take a break. And every five seconds I hear “MOMMY!!!” being screamed throughout my little house. Even though my 5-year old sweetie pie drives me crazy, without a doubt motherhood has been one of God’s biggest gifts. And I’m grateful.
I think I’m most grateful because motherhood has caused me to grow in ways that I could have never imagined. I never thought that I’d be a teacher, comforter, storyteller, nutrionist, activity planner, disciplinarian, chauffer and hairstylist all in one day. At the end of each and every day, I am totally exhausted. The good kind of exhausted where I know that I’ve poured every fiber of my being into a little life. The kind of exhausted where I can’t remember what in the world I did, but I know that it made a difference.
And I only have one child (she has the energy of an army, but she is only one child). So my hat is off to you mommies with several children. Just remember that despite how much work it is, motherhood is a good look on you and you’re making a difference.