But in His graciousness, the Lord occasionally shows me glimpses of hope. A small moment that overwhelms my heart and reminds me that what I do as a mom really does matter. When I started this blog recently my first monumental task was to clean off my desk so I could actually find my computer. This search and rescue mission involved a jumbled stack of miscellaneous papers which had to be either filed or tossed. Halfway through the excavation process I spied yellow construction paper peeping out from bottom of the pile. Pulling it out, I read the title written in crayon: "The Best Mom." My older daughter, probably ten at the time, decided to help her four year old sister make me a book. So the older one wrote and they both illustrated. That alone is absolutely precious to me, but what they wrote brought tears to my eyes. This is how the five pages read, with the exact punctuation used:
"My mom is a great cook! You make the best bread!"
"She loves us no matter what!"
"She knows what type of clothes I like!"
"My mom always makes time for me!"
"But best of all she always kisses us good night"
Me? Really? Like most moms, I can cook and have the innate ability to know which pieces of clothing my child likes best. But I'm the mom who is always saying, "hold on honey," or "not right now." And I'm ashamed to confess to bouts of yelling and snapping at my kids. The last line is the one that struck me the most, both the wording as well as the underlining of the word "always".
So, tired and worn out momma, keep going. Keep teaching and training. And yes, keep plunging though the laundry and lesson plans. As it turns out, the "little things" aren't so little after all!