Strong enough for toddler tantrums and teenage testing, yet broken enough to fall on her knees and pray, pray, pray.
Someone who knows that in every hard place is exactly where you extend grace, who looks a hopeful child in the eye and says yes, even though she knows every yes means a mess but this is how you bless, who has the courage to keep letting go because she's holding on to Me.
So God made a mother.
And make dinner out of nothing and do it again 79,678 times, and keep kids off the road and out of the toilet and in clean underwear and mainly alive though she’s mainly losing her mind and will put in an 80 hour week by Wednesday night and just do one more load of laundry.
And one more sink of crusted burnt pots.
And keep on going another eighty hours because raising generations matters and weaving families matters and tying heart strings matters and these people here matter.
So God made a mother…
Who could pretend she remembered algebra and how to get home from here and that really, she was just fine, that it might just be the silly onions.
Somebody who would run for the catch, jump on a trampoline and play one fierce game of soccer and not give a thought to all those labors and her weak pelvic floor. Somebody who’d stay up late with a science project that never ends, who’d get up early for the game in the rain, somebody who’d wave at the door until the taillights were out of sight and still be smiling brave.
So God made a mother.
It had to be somebody willing to keep loving when it made no sense because that’s what love does.
Somebody who knew that patience is a willingness to suffer.
That joy is always possible because there is always, always something to be thankful for.
And that life is not an emergency but a gift -- so just. slow. down. There are children at play here and we don’t want anyone to get hurt and the hurry makes us hurt.
And who’d bow her head at night over the girl asleep with the doll in the crook of her arm — and thank her Father for this hidden life that’s the turning gear for the a whole spinning world.
I am so thankful for my children. The journey of this life with them by my side has been nothing short of amazing. They teach me, guide me, and love me. I stumble and fall and they give me reason to dust myself off and get back up again, God gave me the ultimate gift when he blessed my life with these two. So this year on Mother's Day I am celebrating you both!
Thank you Ann for this amazing post. After a tough week, this really touched me. Please read Ann's post it in its entirety here. She has included her own photos and her commentary on God Made a Farmer as well.