This week I thought I’d share a little poem I found that really hits home for how I feel about being a mom.
A Mother’s Prayer
Lord, give me patience for little ones,
a gentle heart and words so kind,
so when each child is grown and thinks of home,
a loving place will come to mind.
There are so many prayers I have for my children and so much I wish for them as they grow from the babies they are now to the adults they will be one day.
Being off during the summer it gives me the much needed time to relish in the every day life with my kids. Yes, there are times when I can’t even pee in peace or privacy. There are times when the last thing I want to do is clean up snack crumbs from the floor for the one millionth time that day. There are times when I am counting down to their afternoon nap (okay, I’ll be honest, I enjoy this every day it happens).
But even through it all, I enjoy every minute of it.
Honestly, I fear for the day when Mike and I will no longer be their number ones. You know what I mean. When friends will come before us. When what we tell them, teach them, preach to them, is no longer the be all & end all of everything.
They wont realize how hard it will be on Mike and I, because I know as a child once myself, that I had no clue that growing up affected my parents. But now, as a parent, I know it had to.
But for now, I am going to try to relish every minute I have as their momma, their number one (well, along with daddy of course). I’m going to continue to tell them I love them every.single.day. I’m going to be the one to pick them up when they fall down & kiss the boo-boos on their knees. I’m going to pray they continue to think the sun rises & sets with us. Our little family.
In doing so, I know one day when they have a family of their own they will think back to their own childhood and want to recreate it for their little ones.