|Photo credit: Rachel Duran|
It's easy for a momma to disappear. Does anybody know underneath 'mom' there is a real person with feelings and hopes and dreams and talents? And we wonder if we are making a difference. Because really, all we want to know is that we are significant. We shrink beneath the piles of laundry and taxi-ing kids to their activities and trying to figure out what's for dinner tonight. And we feel as if we will never have a clean home and we have to wipe another nose and wash another load of dishes. And the baby won't stop crying and the toddler throws another tantrum and a teenager breaks your heart. We trade in our hobbies and exercising and restful nights for parent/teacher meetings and stretch marks and chasing away the boogey man. And the carpet needs cleaning and the weeds need to be pulled and the car is a mess. We wake up early and go to bed too late and kiss boos and give baths and say prayers. We struggle through homework and argue about curfew and discipline even when it's hard. And we pray. We are driven to our knees because sometimes we don't know what to do and we feel so small. We wake up the next day and do it all over again. We give and we give and we give. When we feel like we have nothing left - we give some more.
We are mommas. We pray hard. We work hard. We love hard.
And that is no small thing.