Yes, I do realize I am a "mommy blogger". A lot of blogging moms don't want to own up to it and they disguise their blessings and they alter their online appearance to keep from slipping over into the mom blog arena, as if they had more important things to write about.
In one blogger's words, "...And if you call me a 'mommy-blogger' I will cut you!"
I can hear her laughing out loud as she says those words and makes a lighthearted remark.
I laugh with her, and then realize, "Well, if you call ME a "Mommy-Blogger", I will laugh and say proudly, "Yes...yes, I am."
"Her children arise and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praises her."
-Proverbs 31:38
I am proud to have this life. This one life. Yes, it's hard and not always pretty and professional. I constantly have baby drool on my shoulder, and I feel like I repeat myself until I'm blue in the face. Date nights are scarce. Shoot! For that matter, getting dressed completely is a rare occurrence.
But it's love, giving, and growing, all wrapped up in little arms that crave my attention and rely on me for knowledge and wisdom.
It is trying to communicate my love in a hundred different ways all day long.
It is my husband kissing my forehead hard to make sure I know how much he appreciates me when I lay lifeless on the couch after a full days "work".
It's through my blessings (my husband and children) that I find myself sitting on the rooftop writing what's in my heart as The Lord reveals things as my own mind is consumed day after day with this chaos of motherhood, trying to embrace everything and everyone all at once.
My human body cannot keep up with all my mind wants to accomplish. There are not enough hours in the day to do all I set out to do. But I try.
I will never apologize for being a mom or singing and dancing
in the kitchen.
I will never say I'm sorry for educating my children from home or challenging my school age kids in their learning.
I will never regret listening to encouraging music and reading the Word everyday, because I can.
I will always look back on the days I held my oldest child, even though he felt too big.
I will, one day, want to go back in time when I sat watching my son's favorite show while snuggling with him on his bed.
I will always miss the days of soaking in every moment
I have with my baby boy.
I want my husband to always know I loved him more than anything, because I served him when he was home from work.
I want to look back on the years and know I did my very best to take care of myself.
...And so should you.
This is what we are called to do.
This is it. We are doing it. No need to complicate things, as long as we are doing our best.
"Work willingly at whatever you do, as though you were working for the Lord rather than for people."
Colossians 3:23
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