I just finished reading a little about Mother's Day over at Girl Talk. The subject of this particular post is this proverb:
Her children rise up and call her blessed. Proverbs 31:28
In the past, when I have read this verse amidst the many standards for wife-lihood laid out in Proverbs 31, I've thought, somewhat hopefully, that when I am old and my children are grown, they will rise and call me blessed. And I've thought how that will be nice, won't it? To have my boys and my girl, after years of possible rough spots, to come around to the realization that I was a good mom after all.
And as I was reading through the descriptions of the familiar weariness a mommy of many little people experiences, I had to stop and think.
So I did.
I stopped and thought about the many, many times a day that I hear Michael say to me:
Mommy, you are my most favorite person in this house!
Mommy, I want to hug you, because I love you!
You look so beautiful, Mommy!
And from Daniel: Mommy, I want to sit by YOU at Bible Time. I'm going to save you a seat next to me.
And from Mercy, who has just recently begun to echo these sentiments she has heard from her brothers: Mommy, you look VEwy PWItty!
I am blessed. My children do rise up, even now, and call me blessed!
Now, I'm not disagreeing with the neat ladies over at Girl Talk. I'm a weary mom, just as they have described. And most of the time, I act like it, which isn't "beautiful", or "PWItty". Isn't this proof that God's love for my children is coming through me to them, somehow? Despite my weariness and grouchyness and unlovelyness?
I am so thankful for this and I give our Heavenly Father the glory for the abundance of affection I receive on a daily basis from my children. My prayers are that I will continue to strive towards being a godly mommy worthy of these sweet little compliments I receive from my children. And that in my many failings, He will point them towards Himself, the perfect example of a parent.
Happy Mother's Day!