It was a full morning of running errands, having coffee with my husband, and planning our futures. It is the first (long awaited) sunny April afternoon, I’m dog tired, and my children are full of energy… and all I can think is “how can I just keep them busy enough that I can rest?”
These are the long days. This is motherhood. Between potty training, preparing meals, and coming up with entertaining/educational activities, I’m worn – but any mother knows this weariness.
Recently, I’ve been thinking a lot on my role as a mother and what I feel that it should require of me– what I believe God asks me to be as a mother and how I’ve grown to welcome the idea that motherhood is quite literally a calling (for me).
I often have this imagery of digging my feet deep into dirt — planting myself securely in tree pose with steady breath and eyes fixed above.
I toy with ideas of futures that most likely won’t exist, not because they can’t– but because I know in my heart, it’s not where I am called.
This is my post.
Seasons come, seasons go, but motherhood has called me -until my last breath.
These long days, I want to dig my feet into the dirt, the newly moistened dirt — refreshing and cool. Savoring the warm sun on my legs as my children play in the months of rain water that have accumulated in their summertime pool and pick the “flowers” from the garden for me.
Thank you, good Lord for blessing me with the gift of long days.
“Children are not a distraction from more important work. They are the most important work.” -C.S. Lewis
“Train a child in the way he should go and when he is old he will not part from it.” Proverbs 22:6
“Children are a gift of the Lord, they are a reward from Him.” Psalm 127:3