You pick up 100 Lego pieces in a day and instead of throwing them away, you put them back in the box because you know they will need them for their next building project.
You do 8 loads of laundry in a day.
You load and unload the dishwasher at least twice before dinner.
The only time the house stays clean is when your children are sick.
You reach in your purse to find your sunglasses and instead your hand comes out covered in goldfish crumbs.
You don’t hear your name until the 11th time they’ve said it.
You feel guilty for no reason.
People stare at you in Wal-mart.
You ask your waitress to change the channel on the restaurant T.V. and ignore her belittling stare.
You opt for casual comfort rather than the latest fashions.
You wonder, just what do they do with all of that toilet paper?
You play peek-a-boo through the window of the car while pumping gas… and again people stare at you.
You cry when your child’s hamster gets hurt.
You cuddle your hurt boy and kiss his sweaty head, ignoring his puppy dog smell.
You talk about your kids on dates, even though you know you’re ‘not supposed to’.
You collapse in the bed at the end of the day.
You stay up all night watching your child breathe when they are sick.
Your heart aches with love.
You have all of your lunch dates at Chic-Fil-A.
You stand up for your kids when know one else does.
You feel glamorous walking into church Sunday because it’s the first time you’ve worn make-up in a week.
Your favorite shows are Veggie Tales and Cars ‘Number 2’, and My Little Pony…
Some of your favorite conversations are with people 3 feet tall.
You cheer very loudly at T-Ball games.
You hear phantom baby cries in the middle of the night.
You hold her hand after someone called her a name… and take captive thoughts of inflicting harm on another child.
You are embarrassed to open your car door.
You step on cheerios and march their crumbs through the house… and in between your sheets.
You wash his camouflage clothes after he goes to bed so he can wear them again the next day.
You swallow your pride and let them dress themselves.
You get your exercise by dancing in the kitchen.
You don’t mind smelling like spit up.
You become a pro at hiding greasy hair.
You spend hours begging God in prayer.
You try really hard to believe Jesus wasn’t kidding when He said, “Don’t worry..”
Johnson and Johnson baby shampoo becomes your favorite scent.
You cry every time your read “You are Special” by Max Lucado.
Wooden spoons have multiple purposes.
Mosquito bites make you angry.
You find dirty diapers in strange places.
You feel like a champion after only 4 hours of sleep.
You consider glue and play dough and crayons and markers and puzzles a great investment.
You send messages of love in lunch boxes every day.
You somehow change an explosive poop on your lap on a crowded air plane and enlist the help of the passenger sitting next to you.
You answer letters to the Tooth Fairy in curly hand writing.
While driving yourself to the doctor, after hacking for a week, your kids ask you if you are sick and you refrain from glaring at them.
You learn to share the gospel in a very simple, childlike way… and cry tears of joy when they come to you late at night and tell you they want to become a Christian.
And then you realize that all the dirty work and long hours and tired shoulders and frustrated moments were all worth it. Because moments like these are why we are here being their mothers. To take them by the little hand, dirty finger nails and all, and lead them to the Saviour who will lead them far better than we ever could.
And we leave them at the cross for a moment, before we pick them up again, and in that moment there is peace. And we wish we could stay in that moment, but mostly we just remember those moments of peace and surrender. Because as mothers it’s the hardest thing to hand them over to God and not worry and strive and try harder. Because that is what we do. We mother. And sometimes there is fear and we wonder if it will be enough.
But it will never be enough. Only God can be enough. And we are reminded once again and try and let go a little bit more.
God knows. His heart is more mother than ours. And because He let go of His Son… we can hold tighter to Him.