Before I had kids I would have defined motherhood this way:
A time when you have little people to care for. They are always cute and smiley and make you look good. It is great bliss to feed them, hold them, dress them in bows, and call them your very own.
When my kids were little I would have defined motherhood in a slightly less romantic way:
A time when you feel so sleep deprived that you wonder if you'll ever feel normal again. The reality that kids don't always act cute, smiley and in ways that make you look good has begun to rock your world slightly. Instead of using bliss to describe the act of feeding and dressing them, you now use messy. But you are still so happy to call them your own.
Now that most of my kids are teenagers I define motherhood in the most realistic way of all:
A time where one learns the graceful art of not freaking out though everything in her being tells her this is exactly what she should do. It is no longer blissful or messy to feed and clothe them... a more appropriate word would be expensive. As far as calling them my own, it just simply depends on what day you ask.
Now don't get me wrong, I love having teenagers. I consider it a great honor and privilege to be the one to help them navigate the sometimes tumultuous waters of these years. I pray for them daily. I especially pray for them to get caught every time they do something they shouldn't.
We have gotten a few answered prayers around here lately... if you catch my drift.
Anyone know of any land for sale out in the middle of Montana somewhere?
A time when you have little people to care for. They are always cute and smiley and make you look good. It is great bliss to feed them, hold them, dress them in bows, and call them your very own.
When my kids were little I would have defined motherhood in a slightly less romantic way:
A time when you feel so sleep deprived that you wonder if you'll ever feel normal again. The reality that kids don't always act cute, smiley and in ways that make you look good has begun to rock your world slightly. Instead of using bliss to describe the act of feeding and dressing them, you now use messy. But you are still so happy to call them your own.
Now that most of my kids are teenagers I define motherhood in the most realistic way of all:
A time where one learns the graceful art of not freaking out though everything in her being tells her this is exactly what she should do. It is no longer blissful or messy to feed and clothe them... a more appropriate word would be expensive. As far as calling them my own, it just simply depends on what day you ask.
Now don't get me wrong, I love having teenagers. I consider it a great honor and privilege to be the one to help them navigate the sometimes tumultuous waters of these years. I pray for them daily. I especially pray for them to get caught every time they do something they shouldn't.
We have gotten a few answered prayers around here lately... if you catch my drift.
Anyone know of any land for sale out in the middle of Montana somewhere?
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