Mother’s Day is upon us and what a special day it is! It’s a day to celebrate the sacrificial work that mamas perform, day in and day out.
Mamas are special! I praise the Lord that He gave me an extra special one. She has been my mentor, my teacher, my nurse, and now my friend. Of course, I had no idea how truly amazing she was until I had my own children. But now I know and now I celebrate her…AND I want to celebrate YOU!,
Today, I want to celebrate you moms, because, let’s just be real, motherhood is hard.
B.C. (Before Children), we were able to take a sick day. If I was not feeling well, I just simply called into school or into the office and took the day off. Now, it’s a decision between lying in bed while the little ones jump around me and on me. OR crawling out of bed and limping around the house trying to feed and entertain them without passing out.
B.C. (Before Children), date nights were not needed because I had my spouse all to myself whenever I wanted. We went out about once a week and didn’t even consider it a date. Now… it’s a process. From getting a babysitter to preparing for the babysitter to getting cute-ified (the last thing on the list) …and well, it kinda shows these days.
B.C. (Before Children), I had never been with a family member admitted into the emergency room, let alone 7 times in 2 years, let alone to PICU stays and a surgery. I didn’t know what it meant to truly nurse a “sicky” and lose sleep over and over again until I became a mama.
B.C. (Before Children) – bedtime… DO I NEED TO SAY MORE?!!?!?
B.C (Before Children), after age 3, I thought I would never sleep in a crib again… but then I became a mom and well… you do what you gotta do.
B.C. (Before Children), money went toward the house, food, clothes and savings. (Wait, what is savings again?) Now, it’s all the above AND lessons, medical bills, school, birthday parties, books, more medical bills…etc.
B.C. (Before Children), my coworkers and I had conversations. Now I am either coaching. (“Stop fighting”, “Are you arguing with me”, “share please”…) or answering 1 of 10,000 questions asked during the space of an hour.” …and let me tell you, I have realized how unintelligent I truly am. Even Google can’t answer some of the questions my son has.
B.C. (Before Children), I traveled, had friends and made plans at the spur of the moment, enjoyed a $5 coffee, had silence, and had days off.
Let’s face it. “Mommy-ing” is rough. It’s A LOT of work and doesn’t come with a lot of praise. It’s full of sleepless nights, empty checkbooks, sick days where you can’t be sick and guilt over decisions you have made. It’s a rough journey at times, with lots of sacrifice.
So from the bottom of my heart and for all the little ones that can not speak up yet, let me say: “Moms, thank you!”
Thank you for doing your best for the sake of your little ones.
Thank you for sacrificing your time, your money, your energy and your body.
Thank you for giving up a good night of sleep to cuddle your sick child.
Thank you for giving up “peace” in order to provide some godly men and women for our next generation.
Thank you for giving up your $5 coffee and your date nights with the girls.
Thank you for the sacrifices you make every single day.
Thank you for carrying that baby even when you felt like you couldn’t one more day.
Thank you for the stretch marks that tell the story of each child your bore.
Thank you for praying diligently for your children even in those dark nights.
Thank you for not giving up on your child. Thank you, moms. Thank you!!!!!!!!! You are special! You are a blessing! You are needed.