I realize Mother's Day is over, but being a mother never ends. As I've been dealing with sick children for the past three days, this has been on my heart and mind.
What are mothers? Mothers are...
- 2 a.m. feedings, walking the floor with crying babies, changing diapers - and clothes when diapers don't hold it all, potty-training;
- they are cool cloths on a fevered forehead, balancing medicine dosages just right, cuddling after being puked on knowing it's only a matter of time before it happens again;
- loads of laundry, 3-meals-a-day-plus-snacks, cleaning up toys and making beds, dishes, dishes, dishes;
- they are impromptu picnics on the family room floor, water fights and sprinklers, popsicles and hot chocolate, pictures colored and crafts made, homework done and lessons practiced;
- they kiss better owies, remove slivers, clean up cuts, rub away bruises and mend broken hearts;
- they have slime and snot on their shoulders, sticky hand prints on their backs, slobbery kisses on their cheeks;
- mothers are warm arms that hug, firm discipline when needed, shoulders to cry on, kisses that heal, hearts that love unconditionally.
That's a mother. It's not a glamorous job and it's often a thankless one, but it is a blessing unlike any other. There are days we want to escape and days we find ourselves rejoicing. It's highs and lows. It's giving and caring. It's sacrifice.
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