Saturday, May 10, 2014

So many hats, and only one Mommy.

The longer I have held the honorable title of, "Mommy/ Mama/ Lady who feeds me," the deeper my understanding of the sacrifices that my own mother made for me and my siblings. It's pretty easy to play the armchair quarterback role regarding motherhood, before you are one yourself. You often think, "Well, you are doing a pretty good job, but you may have fumbled the ball here and there." And once you become a mother yourself, you may very well say, "Oh, NOW I see why she did that!" After this realization you may proceed to mutter to yourself, I mean Siri/ smartphone, "Please make a reminder for tomorrow at 3:30 pm to write Mom a long, long apology/ thank you/ How am I still alive?, letter. Thanks." And Siri replies, "Your wish is my command." 

In our grand country, many young Americans have fairly ideal childhoods. (Of course there are exceptions, but we are celebrating the victories here today folks! ) These small and curious creatures are free to frolic and play with their besties, soak in as much knowledge as much as their spongelike brains can contain, and are more than well nourished for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. And are probably served a healthy portion of whole wheat Goldfish crackers at snack time, or in the car, or when they are whining that they require their next meal or an eminent meltdown will begin. 

Many times, a mother is behind the scenes, making things happen. We all know that moms are known to, "Wear many hats." As you are probably learning with each passing day, it is quite the understatement of the year. Or millennium. I'm pretty sure it goes way back. 

The hats in a mother's closet can be large and floppy or small and dainty; breathtaking and elegant or sturdy and functional. And yet each has a vital role in the survival of the family unit. These hats are worn by the true love of a dear man, the matriarch of adorable and sometimes demanding children, an always professional banker or lawyer or doctor or thirty-one consultant, a referee (no ball required, but an authoritative voice vital), a personal chauffeur/ DJ, a short order cook, an at home unpaid tutor, a Pinterest worthy party hostess extraordinaire, a keeper of the home/ interior decorator, a budget guru, a mysterious laundry stain expert, an untrained nurse/ boo boo kisser, a source of hot milk, a baked goods in the shape of bunny heads maker, a bag lunch creator, and the list goes on. Did I mention the dish washing hat? I am not a fan of that head covering, but it makes its way to the top of my rotation daily, x 3.

Well, mommies of the blogosphere, you already know the amazing things you are doing. You may lose sleep wishing that you had the time and energy to do more, but you must remember that your closet is full of some pretty fabulous hats. As your spouse, children, and family remind you today of the graceful way you wear each hat, remember that you can accept these thanks, with your beautifully covered head held high. For you, my dear, are doing a pretty darn good job. Accept the praise and gratitude. Forget the things that you wish you could have done better. This is the day the Lord has made, and it has been chosen to celebrate YOU and all you do for the ones you love. 

And don't forget to thank your own mother, if you can. Or say a prayer thanking God for the time you had to learn from her. Because now you have more than a glimpse of all the love she poured out for you. Often without thanks, or a second thought. It was and is more than going through the motions to complete the chores and the tasks of the day. It is a daily portrayal of unconditional love, just as the Father has for us. 

Happy Mother's Day, to the past, present and future mothers of the world. You are loved by your family, and most importantly, by our amazing Maker and Lord. 

Happy Mother's Day, Mom! I get it. ;) 

Proverbs 31:28-31


28Her children arise and call her blessed;
her husband also, and he praises her:
29“Many women do noble things,
but you surpass them all.”
30Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting;
but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised.
31Honor her for all that her hands have done,
and let her works bring her praise at the city gate.

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