I made them, these four sons... With a little help of course:) That was fun. And then I grew them,.. in my very own body. That was the most miraculous and nerve wracking thing I have by far ever done multiplied by four. And then I birthed each one of them. When my new babies cried out for the first time and were soon placed in my arms, those moments transcend all other events that have ever taken place in my life. The joy and happiness I felt in those precious moments are etched into my soul forever and ever. Utter contentment in its purest form.
As a child I never remember anticipating the day when I would become a mother. I was not a "little mama" who spent hours playing with and nursing baby dolls. I spent many hours babysitting and caring for other's children. I never wondered if I might one day have my own. Never cared to be honest.
The first hopes and desires I had to one day become a mother started towards the end of my mission. I bought a little boy shirt and a little girl dress that were hand embroidered with the words "Costa Rica" and adorned with colorful flowers and design. I bought them with the hope that one day I would have a baby of my own, and they would wear these little treasures.
The Lord has blessed me with the children I'd hoped for. I love them so very much. Aside from their father, they are the best thing the Lord has ever given me.
So why am I letting them down in so many ways? It depresses me a
All these things weigh on my heart. Time is passing so quickly, I worry it's going to get away from me before I feel content in my motherhood.
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Anyone who knows me well knows that the topic of death is not one you should discuss around me unless you want to turn me into a blubbering fool. The beatitude "mourn with those who mourn"... that was written for me. It is so heartbreaking to me that this life is so, so mortal. Shudder. I try to steer clear of things that remind me of mortality unless I am in a position to have a private and a real good cry!
Very recently the mother of a person I love dearly passed away very suddenly and very unexpectedly. Although she was 85 years old and had lived a wonderful life, it was, and is very sad for everyone who knew and loved her.
I really wanted to show my love and support for this person who's mother had passed away so I went to the viewing. I stood in line for a very long while. This woman was obviously very well loved. I eventually came to stand beside a table with special mementos and pictures of this dear lady. Pictures with her husband, her children, and grandchildren. Pictures of her all through out her life. She was stunningly beautiful. She had lived a full and meaningful life. Seeing all these mementos and pictures of her life was very inspiring, but also sad. Death is sad no matter how old the person is, or what the circumstances are. I really had to fight off doing the ugly cry right then and there. Tears threatened to squeeze out my eyes and I willed them back in.
Honestly, it did not occur to me to go to the funeral the next day. Aside from the fact that funerals are sad, my children are on break and I really try to not leave them with a babysitter if I can help it. That morning I awoke to the sound of my phone receiving a text from someone saying I should go to the funeral and they would babysit. They felt inspired to care for my children so I could go. Say what? I really tried to fight the feeling that I needed to go. As much as I wanted to be there to show my love and support for this family I love so much, I just didn't think it was necessary, after all I had already been to the viewing. After much back and forthing I knew I should go. There was a reason I needed to be there. I felt happy that I would be able to hear the speakers, and knew the musical numbers would be amazing. I thought maybe I might feel a little uplifted, and heaven knows, (obviously it knows), that I needed it.
I listened to peppy music while I drove over hoping that sadness wouldn't enter my heart. I got there... sat down... I was good. For like 73 seconds. The moment the service began I could not control my emotions. I needed Kleenex! And fast! Of course, ... of course there was not a single solitary tissue or baby wipe in my purse. Despite the fact I was sitting in a chapel, I'm certain a swear word crossed my mind. Sorry, I really am . I was unprepared and the floodgates were opening right then and there like it or not. Should I leave? Move to the back? Go sit in the Mother's Lounge!? Leave in search of tissue? WHY AM I EVEN HERE!? Why am I sitting here becoming more disheveled by the second?
Because there were a few things (or a hundred) that I really needed to hear, that's why.
I went and got toilet paper and sat through the whole service despite my watery eyes and red nose.
I am so grateful I did.
This funeral was a awakening for me.
This dear woman's five children all got up and shared the most touching and inspiring tributes I have ever heard at a funeral. They love her deeply. And she loves them. In my world it is a rare thing to hear children speak of their mother this way. This was something special. It was so touching and so inspiring.
Now,. . . I am a smart-ish girl and I know that most if not all people do not live in Mayberry. There are challenges for everyone all along the way. But what if my children could love me and speak the same way about me as this woman's children did about her? More than that, my biggest hope would be not just that my children love me, but that they know without a doubt that I love them!... Can I be more loving, compassionate, and caring? Can I show more empathy, and be slower to criticize? Can I be a better teacher? Can I be a better listener, and more engaging? Can I pray for my children more earnestly and teach them from where they came and where they'll go? Can I teach them better of the Savior and and the love He has for them? Can I be a better wife to their father, setting an example of successful home life, and what they can and should look for in their future spouses? Can I speak more kindly, and in softer and sweeter tones? Can I be more affectionate and tender? Can I be less selfish with my time, and spend more time doing things they love to do with me? Can I spend more time teaching them about service, sacrifice, and charity by setting an example and leading the way? Can I set aside idleness and be more, and do more? Can I make each day more meaningful? Can I put more effort into my mothering, and really make the days count? They are numbered, they should all count. Each and every last one.
Holy smokes. I could go on and on and on.
If there is one word that describes me, it is mediocre. I have had moments in my life where I really dug deep and went all out. But for the most part I am mediocre in about everything I do.
Sitting there in that funeral the Spirit spoke to me, "It is not to late! You can and will set mediocrity aside and strive for excellence, especially when it comes to being a wife and mother."
So, this is it for me. There is no calling in life for me more important than wife and mother. There is nothing greater for me to aspire to in this life. I have already been blessed with the greatest blessing and role the Lord can offer me.
I must make it count.
Isn't it amazing that God entrusts His children to raise, care for and see each other through life?
I think He's hoping for a little more than mediocrity.
He's hoping for the best.
The very best we can do.
" Homemaking is surely in reality the most important work in the world.
What do ships, railways, mines, cars, government, Etc. exist for except
that people may be fed, warmed, and safe in their own homes"....
The homemaker's job is one for which all other's exist."