As I prepared for a recent two day getaway to spend time with friends from college, I realized all the things I am responsible for and the little people I care for everyday, and all day, give me purpose and hope.
I am a mother. After nearly five years of being a part of this club, I still cannot believe I helped create and brought two people into this world. Even as I look down at my four month old bump I still cannot believe I have carried and birthed children. I remember taking a pregnancy test only seven months after marrying my husband and being completely surprised by its positive result. Although I was surprised, I was yet thrilled that we would soon add a child to our young family.
During my first pregnancy I planned out life post-delivery. My plan was that I return to work within eight weeks and be placed in a new and more fulfilling position. Those plans quickly changed when I resigned from my job while eight months pregnant. I had no clue that leaving my job would be the absolute best decision I could have made for myself, my family and my purpose. We decided I would wait a year until I returned to work, not knowing those plans would soon be changed. Baby number two was on her way only five months after our first child and daughter was born. It was a beautiful and happy whirlwind of events. At that moment of my life I was uncertain of my future.
Fast forward three and a half years and I am living in a moment I never dreamed or thought imaginable. I live at home with a husband, two children, and pregnant with our third. I work at home and do so when I want, with the privilege of educating my children at home. Most days are filled with loud, and sometimes strange, noises, cries, meals with picky eaters, fights over blocks and who will go down the stairs first. Never did I imagine my degree would be used while working at home through a blog. Some don’t see my life as glamorous, and I have to agree with them. Every moment of my life is not pretty. If not for God’s grace and love I would have had a meltdown (or thousands) by now.
Motherhood often takes everything out of me, leaving me feeling empty and inadequate for the job, however reminders from Jeremiah 29:11, 2 Corinthians 12:9, and 2 Peter1:3, help me to continue in this assignment God has given me.
As I recently fixed the bed covers to my daughter’s liking, fulfilling her very particular requests, I realized I have never felt happier nor more fulfilled than I do in this moment in my life–life as a mom, doctor, chef, mediator, crayon choice consultant, hairdresser, personal shopper, bottom wiper, protector, teacher and friend. Not even having the opportunity to go on several two day getaways, by myself, would give me more purpose or help me to experience a greater level and feeling of purpose than being a mother and carrier of life.
My motherhood is beautiful and ugly, fragrant and smelly, joyful and frustrating. Most of all, my motherhood is God-given and mine.
What do you enjoy most about being a mother?