As Mother’s Day is fast approaching, I have been thinking a lot about what motherhood means to me.
Being a mommy is the greatest experience of my life. I hate calling it a “job.”
Job, to me makes it seem more like a chore. A responsibility we all must take on because we have to. That is just not the case with being someone's mommy.
My job is something I do during the day, Monday through Friday-- to help ensure our family can enjoy doing extra things financially. My child is a gift from God. The Lord blessed me with the opportunity to raise His child here on earth.
I take this responsibility very seriously. I pray constantly that the Lord is preparing a wife for Timothy. I pray constantly that BTB and I can raise Timothy in Godly way. I also pray that Timothy will be the kind of man his father is.
As we get ready to focus our attentions on moms this weekend. I just have sit back and thank my hubs. I couldn’t be the mommy I am, without him being the husband he is. (No, I am not saying all this to get a big Mother’s Day gift! Although…)
I am thankful everyday that I have BTB to help with Timothy. I cannot even fathom doing it alone.
This morning, T woke up and wanted his sippy. I gave it to him and we watched TV together. He laid his precious head on his mommy, and let me love on him and play with his hair. I could’ve made him get up so I could get ready.
But in that moment, I knew I was exactly where I needed to be. Not rushing around to get ready and actually getting to work on time. I needed to be a mommy. Love my child. Because a short hour later, I would be rushing into his daycare to leave him for the day. To go to—my job!
Is motherhood hard? Certainly! But the reward of hearing “MOMMY!!” or a sticky hug and kiss or even a sweet, genuine smile (because a toddler knows no other) makes every moment of hard, worth it.
We have a saying in my office:
When your “get to” turns to “got to” you've lost your gratitude.
I keep that in mind as I go through my life as mother, as well.