There is truly no greater joy in this world than to be a mother. I have always wanted to be a mommy, and I am so thankful for the little boy that I have, for so many reasons.
I may stay up countless late hours after the wee one has crashed to blog, edit pictures, balance our finances, make ahead a meal, pack lunches, get the coffee pot ready, get clothes/blankets/bags ready for the next day, paint some walls, clean (which I no longer have to do, thank you Maria!), or just simply have some me time. Some time to dive into the Word, complete a devotional, journal a scripture, or just fall asleep on the couch to the sound of praise and worship music. But at the end of the day, I am still mom.
There is and always will be at least one little boy that thinks I can heal all ouchies with a kiss, mend a broken heart with a cuddle, need to fall asleep on me when he is sick, or quite frankly stop the whole world from spinning when his little world is not exactly in the correct order. He will always love me unconditionally, even when he doesn't like me. He will need me, even when he doesn't want to admit or I don't even notice. He will always call me mom.
As his mom, he will be the one rock that will always be mine. That can heal all my ouchies with just a look, mend my broken heart just because he is here, sleep in my bed until he is married, and keep me going when I feel like I can't anymore. I will always love him, even when he goes through the dreaded teenage years and I don't really like him. I will always need him, and he will always know how much I need him so. I will always call him mine.
My passion for being a mother, but not just a mother, a great mother, comes from my own personal inspiration. My mother. Her story is long and hard, and she had to grow up quick. But she never let go of me. She fought with me on her hip, she gave up her life for mine, she is my hero. I only hope that I can be half the mom to my children that she was to me and I pray that I continue to make her proud, everyday.
Mother's Day is not my favorite holiday, most know why. But I do like to celebrate my mother, and the other women/mothers in my life that mean so much to me. I don't think they get enough credit some times. I don't think they know how much they are needed and appreciated. I can't begin to thank my mother enough, or pay her back for all the gray hairs and wrinkles I have caused her.
I am just lucky. I am lucky to be a mom, have my mom still here with me, and still have both my grandmothers, and was lucky enough to spend many years with my great-grandmothers before they were gone. Lucky, blessed, thankful and grateful!
Happy Mother's Day!
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