Motherhood

They say a picture speaks volumes. Walking into my little girls’ room, and spotting her simple act of “tucking in” her toys… what a mother she will be someday. How powerful to know that she was knit together in my womb, to become a caring, generous, kind, and thoughtful little girl that would love so well. I pray for her constantly; that she would be the kind of woman that puts others first, cares for those in need, and sacrifices much for those she loves. How I hope and pray I lead by example. That the seemingly mundane tasks of laundry, naps, clean up and bedtime stories are not in vain. She is watching. She is learning. She is following. I already miss yesterday, and all the little moments I probably missed, and might never remember. It is so good to rest in the fact that God is good, and will lead me in love and truth as I strive to lead my children to Him. So easy to forget that this job is the greatest I will ever have. That their childhood memories, their worst and best days… will have been with me in them. That I can show them, through those mundane tasks, how to work hard, give generously, and love unconditionally. Jesus remind me of the little eyes watching; that kisses before bedtime, stories under the covers, and gentle prayers against their ears are far more important than I will ever realize.