This time last year I wrote a blog post in the middle of the night about how I couldn’t sleep because it was my first Mother’s Day and it felt a little bit like Christmas.
I think baby girl knew that today was Mother’s Day, because even though she’s been sleeping through the night for a couple of months now, she didn’t last night. I held her and rocked her and rubbed her sweet little head of just-barely-there hair.
I’m thankful for these memories. And days like today to remember why I do what I do and that the laundry and the dishes and the unpainted walls and the dirty floors will not be what defines me as a mother. Unless I let it.
Happy Mother’s Day to you, mamas. You are doing the most important thing in the world. Love those babies. Teach them about Jesus. He’s our only Hope.
3 Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord,
the fruit of the womb a reward.
4 Like arrows in the hand of a warrior
are the children of one’s youth.
5 Blessed is the man
who fills his quiver with them!
He shall not be put to shame
when he speaks with his enemies in the gate.