Why is it that moms carry our children for NINE months (we won’t even get into all the throwing up, back aches, swollen feet, stretch marks…), birth our children, spend countless hours up nursing our children,wipe their bottoms, potty-train them, teach them to read and write, bathe them, care for their ailments…and ALL daddy has to do is take them to the ballpark, feed them cotton candy and other fine foods compliments of the concessions and he is the BEST DADDY EVER! And I. Am. Just. Mommy.
As a mom, I don’t always get the accolade that I deserve. I don’t usually get to be the one who takes the kids on grand adventures. However, when I look hard enough, I find fulfillment in the things that Ioften consider mundane … reading a child a book … or a burst of laughter … are moments that can take your breath away. All you have to do, though, is look for those momentous moments! (Don’t complain even if you have to read the same book for the ten-thousandth time or the laughter is just too loud!) It is in these moments that I find God and I am continually humbled that I am here, allowed to live this fantastic, chaotic life!
And the kids? They will remember the adventure and the ordinary.
