Being a mom is hard work. Dealing with the whining and constant want of my attention. The never ceasing mess and all day long food preparation. Trying to stay consistent with disciplining and teaching them right from wrong. Don't take this as me boasting either. Yes, my "job" is hard, but I am a ways away from being great at it. My house gets dusty and dirty, and the laundry can pile up. My kids eat peanut butter sandwiches too often at times, and go way too long without baths. My patience can wear thin, and my voice gets raised more than it should. Some days I just want to quit.
But then I hear my one son tell me "I look cute" in a new dress I was trying on, and that I am his "best friend ever." I see my other son's face light up and have him run to me laughing when I come back after being away. I see my children's sweet faces as they sleep sloundly in their beds. I remember that it's all for greater purpose. This is my calling. To serve my children (and husband) for the Glory of God! And then, it's all worth it.
"You wonder sometimes does it matter at all.
Well let me remind you it all matters just as long as youDo everything you do to the glory of the One who made you
Cause He made you to do
Every little thing that you do to bring a smile to His face
And tell the story of grace
With every move that you make
And every little thing you do."
-Steven Curtis Chapman
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