ALuv made me a sweet homemade “card” (poster-sized) for Mother’s Day this year. It was so precious to me because he initiated the whole thing. He even taped a leftover pencil from Valentine’s Day on it.
I made a big deal over it and thanked him for being so kind and thoughtful. I placed it on my bedroom dresser and didn’t think very much more about it… until one night this past week.
I was getting ready for bed and glanced over at it and for some reason the words “to mom” hit me in my spirit. I’m “mom”. Not just “a mom”. God has let me borrow these four little ones. Me. Not anyone else. I’m the only one that gets the honor of being called “mom” for these precious babies.
What a humbling and convicting thought!!
This has brought tears to my eyes more than once this week. You see, even though it may appear I have it all together, I most certainly don’t. And lately I’ve been very convicted of putting my agenda ahead of spending quality time with them.
Now, I’m not saying that agendas aren’t important. And I’m not saying that our kids need to feel they are the center of the universe. But at the same time, they don’t care about my agenda. They care most about having a mom who will be there…a mom who will build a Lego truck (even if it takes her an hour!!) or a tower, so her baby girl can knock it down (over and over and over), all the while giggling uncontrollably. More importantly, they need a mom who is intentional about building a real relationship with her kids over building followers for her blog. Ouch. Those were my toes…
It’s amazing the power that two very small words can have.
As I savor each word, I know that I wouldn’t have it any other way.
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