I'm one of those rare mothers who actually likes Mother's Day. I don't shed tears of inadequacies or insecurities, though I know I've got plenty of them. I know I'm not a perfect mom, but I do believe I'm the perfect mom for the children I've got, and being their mother is the best thing that's ever happened to me, and the job for which I'm most grateful.
I wanted to pull out some pictures that just celebrated me as a mom. I noticed that there aren't any shots of me exhausted in the middle of the night with a sleeping or sick baby against my chest as I rock back and forth, or me up at the crack of dawn packing lunches, or me with a worried child in the car as we sit and just have a heart-to-heart. There are no pictures of me preparing eleven years of homeschooling lessons, or teaching long division, or sewing on scouting patches. There are no pictures of me driving to and from dance lessons, or baseball, or Tae Kwon Do, and there are no pictures of me on my knees pleading to heaven for direction on how to reach or teach or love the little ones with whom I've been entrusted.
Instead, there are pictures of smiles.
Lots of my mothering goes undocumented, except in the memories of the children who call me 'mom'. It's our little secret, I guess, and the gift that I give back to them for giving me the chance to mother them.
But, you moms, well. . .you know. Here's to all the mothers and mother hearts everywhere. Celebrate! You are builders of nations, and God is grateful to you. He sees it all too.