Than spending each and every day with my children.
Our days aren’t glamorous or adventure-filled, but we are together.
Playing outside. Going for a walk. Stopping for a treat. Building a train-track. Together.
It took me years to figure this out: My kids need me. All of me. At first I was certain that I could balance a handful of outside commitments while remaining committed at home. It was a total flop, leaving our entire family hurried and stressed. Slowly but surely I did a very unpopular thing – I cleared my calendar of almost all outside commitments. Guess what? The world did not stop spinning. It keeps whizzing by us, but our beautiful little corner of the world has slowed to a nice quiet pace. A pace that keeps mommy calm and lets little ones grow-up without all that rushing about.
Notice the marker? Green on his face, purple Sharpie marker on his legs…when I found him mid-crime I said, William you’re purple! I know, mommy. he said, I wish I was red…
Of course we have our moments, parenting is hard work no matter the pace of your days. Sometimes it seems impossible, this task of raising up little people, filling them up with our love and His. Despite what our world may say, mothering is a sacred vocation. And I’ve witnessed Jesus draw me closer when I cry out to Him. Choosing to mother this way – to go against the grain – it is humbling. It is also a blessing.
Could they get any cuter?!