It is kind of nice to have a special day, isn’t it?
Do all of us moms deserve a special day? Who knows? Sometimes I wonder if my kids deserve a special reward for having to put up with me as their mom.
And yet, they still love me.
Because, when it comes down to it, Mom is always there. She may be late, or too early, or she may yell too loudly from the sidelines, or forget that you prefer no special sauces on your food. Sometimes she gives you a school shirt for your birthday, when a few more Legos would have been more fun.
I’ve been working this mom job for longer than I’ve held any other job outside the home. I’ve been working this job for 15 years! I have at least 17 more years of hands-on care! We know that motherhood does not end when the chicks leave the nest either, my mom has been on the job for almost 40 years now. (yes, I’m THAT old.)
With motherhood there are no raises, or promotions. There are no real vacations (and if you have ever taken a family vacation, you know what a misnomer that is). With motherhood the hours are really long. There is no union backing. A mother has only on the job training, and the training is inconsistent at best.
I’m blessed to have a willing co-worker, AKA the Rev. He has my back. He senses my fear. He does not hold my many failings as a wife and mother against me. He teaches our children to do the same.
I have a mother and mother-in-law and wonderful aunts and local mentors that I can turn to in times of confusion, or stress, or even just to share some joy, and I’m so thankful for those connections.
Motherhood is something that bonds us as women. Even women who are not mothers themselves have had a mother. I think often on my dear Aunt Elizabeth. She was my grandma’s sister, and the woman that we named our Elizabeth after. She had no children of her own, but she loved my grandmother’s children and grandchildren and great-grandchildren as if we were hers. She passed on wisdom, and recipes, and laughter.
I often wonder if someday I will be that same sort of woman who is remembered for being such a special and dear mother. Do I want our children to remember that every night after dinner was a battle of the dishes, or do I want them to remember that they always got to pick the menus on their birthdays and special days. Do I want them to remember me yelling at them to tuck in their shirts on Sunday mornings, or do i want them to remember how nice it was to sit and worship together as a family every week?
So, I hug my children tighter. I try to fill their memory banks with good things. I pray that God would grant me the wisdom and strength to be a memorable mother.
Chime in! What has blessed you the most in your career as a mother? How do you try and support other mothers? You know I’d love to hear from you!