I want you to see, to remember, all that you accomplish in the twenty-four hours we call a day. You care for kids. You love them. Zip up coats. Find mittens. Or flipflops for those of you who live where it is warm. Rock babies. Bandage knees. Read stories. Tuck in covers. Again. Wash hands. Stir food. Work hard. Help with reports. Rattle off spelling words. Listen to stories. Fold clothes. Braid hair. Wipe counters. Again. And again. And again (especially if they decided to add their own sugar to their cereal). You work away from home. You stay home. You do both. No matter what, you still get up, get yourself ready, and walk out of your room and answer to the cry of mom. And sometimes that cry is mom mom mom mom mom mom mom only to be repeated eighteen seconds later. You do all that mom stuff. Here and there. Little things that are so easy to just dismiss as normal. And yet, those normal things matter. Just like the moments of me sitting on that bench holding that drippy washcloth with ice to Samuel’s eye and singing him songs. Those are the cherished moments of motherhood. Motherhood isn’t made up these perfect moments with sorted toys and perfect gourmet dinners that are shaped into cool shapes and all of this other stuff. Motherhood is a raw place of realizing that sometimes you don’t have any clue what you’re doing and yet you keep on doing. It’s easy to get weary. It’s easy to go to bed and to look around and to simply miss it all. Don’t miss it. Don’t miss the outstanding in the ordinary. ~Rachel #findingjoy #7 of the Top Shared FindingJoy Posts of 2014
Posted on: Tue, 30 Dec 2014 14:40:33 +0000
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