Four years ago, I celebrated my first Mother’s Day. It is hard to believe that on February 27, 2005 at 8:38 a.m. my world changed and I became a mother.
It did not take very long for me to realize that being a mother was going to be the most rewarding, hardest, most humbling, sanctifying job I would ever experience. There are many hard days. I still have so much to learn. There are days when all I can think is that I am a failure as a mother. Many nights I pray that God will shield my children’s eyes and memories from my failures and etch the traces of Jesus that they see into their minds forever. In the midst of the chaos, I am constantly reminded that the days are long but the years are short….
I love being a mommy. I love it very the very first moment the test says “positive.” I love the pregnancy, feeling the baby move, the labor and delivery, holding the for the first time, smelling that sweet baby smell, changing those nasty little diapers, and even the sleepless nights. I love hearing mama wuv you. I having seeing my little girl smile so big when I walk in the room, the boys run to the door as I come in, and all of them hug me tight each night before going to bed. I love to watch them sleep. I love to feel the chubby hands of a two year old, the little boy hands of a four year old and I don’t think will get tired of having a little girl hanging on my hip. I am blessed.
I am so thankful that I get to be Jake, Judd and Anna Kate’s mommy!
Happy Mother’s Day!