To be called a mother. What a gift; what a blessing. We have all heard that being a mom is one of the hardest jobs on earth. Yes, there is truth to this some days or maybe most days, but I would rather think of all the rewarding and precious moments I get to experience as a mother.
I think of the sweet hugs I get each morning that I pick Easton up out of the crib; the wet kisses he gives and the precious smiles that fill his face from ear to ear every time he looks at me. All the hours we have spent snuggling in the rocking chair feeding and reading stories. His big, blue eyes that make me melt, and now his little voice that says "mama." How blessed I am to be called a mom.
I have a different perspective now that I'm a mom. When I think back to my childhood and all that my mom did for me and my family, I stand amazed. My mom was like no one I have ever met. She had a love for Jesus that was demonstrated through her actions and joy for life. A true Proverbs 31 woman.
She was "super mom" who ran from one kid's sporting event to another. She always had a full course, homemade meal on the table for dinner. She spent endless hours in the garden during the summer, and endless hours in the kitchen in the fall canning and freezing the produce. I remember always being amazed that my clothes were clean the same day I put them in the dirty laundry! Did I mention she was a mother of eight!!
There were so many days, or should I say years, that I'm sure my mom didn't hear a "thank-you" uttered from a single child's lips, but she continued on and made sacrifices day in and day out. I thank God for the short time I had with my mom. She taught me more than she will ever know.
