Mom. Mother. Mommy. Mama.
There are many different names and thoughts that come to mind when we think of what it means to be a mom.
No one can fully explain how amazing it is when you give birth & finally meet your first baby. It’s beyond words. Birth in and of itself is amazing! The more I learn about the birth process, the more I see how God is just a pure genius and so amazing.
There are no words to explain the deep, deep love you will feel for your child.
You never dreamed you would have so much fun watching him/her grow up & learn new things.
You can’t comprehend it when someone says that you will think it’s great or cute when your kid gets their first tooth, takes their first step or runs off bare nakey in the middle of a diaper change. I’m quite guilty of letting Bowin do that much too often because I get such a kick out of his expression when he hurriedly runs off in the nude. He thinks he is so fast & clever. One of these days I will have to put a stop to it, but for now, he is too cute to resist.
No one tells you that there will come a day when you breathe a sigh of relief when you get them down for naps.
Or that sometimes you want to run away for just a second to a land where you don’t have to worry about anyone else’s needs except yours.
When I had my first, it was amazing. I was in love with being a mommy & suddenly became so excited when others became pregnant because I knew how awesome being a mother was. It was so much fun!! I wanted more of these cuties!
Then I had my second and a 3 year old. This being a mommy thing became a whole new ball park. In the midst of cleaning house, wiping butts, tackling food battles & training little hearts, I started losing my joy. It was still there dimly lit in the recesses of my heart but it was brought down to just a tiny flame by reality. My joy was being choked out by the endless dishes, chasing after boys disobeying again, discipline hurdles and all the things that come with the territory, or rather the kids. Being a mommy is so much work and down right tiring & discouraging at times. Some days it’s really hard to work up the gumption to have the right perspective. For me personally, perspective is everything.
I love these excerpts from Beyond Bath Time by Erin Davis:
What if, for now, you are your child's mission field? What if all the ways they challenge you are designed to teach you about your own fleshly heart & sinful tendencies-and thus remind you of your own desperate need for a Savior? Could their acts of disobedience remind you of the ugliness of your own disobedience toward God? If your role is to point your children to Christ & their role is to make you more like Him, you are working together on an important mission indeed."
So, instead of grumbling about how often I have to get after my boys to clean up their toys or for digging in something they aren't supposed to be in…again, I choose to “make the changes to live out God’s calling for mothers with greater joy, urgency and a sense of purpose instead of continuing to drown in the woes that come with my role.” (Beyond Bath Time) And you know what? When I chose to live that way & change my perspective and adjust my priorities to training my boys, I fall in love with being a mommy all over again. I enjoy my boys thoroughly. I laugh & smile with them. I want to shout to the world how awesome being a mommy is!!