mother’s day.
A re-post from here, Mother’s Day, 2012:
“What more could a mom ask for?”
A mom could ask to be able to take her son to swim lessons each morning.
A mom could ask to come home and open the books and teach from the homeschool curriculum she’s so excited about.
A mom could ask to not set her kids up at the breakfast table with cereal and then crawl back into bed.
A mom could ask to wait on and pamper their daddy after his surgery.
A mom could ask to play hide and seek and have tea parties and read books.
A mom could ask to be the one to take her kids to the park instead of letting the nanny do it.
A mom could ask to cook dinner for her family . . . a full spread with the meat and starch and two veggies.
A mom could ask not to have to cancel the week’s play dates because she just doesn’t have the energy.
A mom could ask to not put her hands over her eyes when her kids shout and joke and climb on her because her head just hurts so bad.
It isn’t all necessary, she knows.
But she can ask.
It’s the best Mother’s Day, and the hardest Mother’s Day.
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On Mother’s Day, 2013, I’m grateful that a year ago today God saw my tears and heard my voice, and He answered me. He didn’t answer in a way that made sense, or even in the way I wanted, but what He gave me was infinitely better.
On this Mother’s Day I’m grateful to spend all day every day with my two precious children.
I’m grateful for tea parties and art projects and homeschooling, for reading books and running at the park, for play dates and cooking dinner and washing dishes, for mounds of laundry and a houseful of shrieks and laughter.
On this Mother’s Day, I’m grateful.
