Okay, I’m so done being Mommy today. D - O - N - E.
I’m exhausted and ready for bed. I’ve been so busy on this Mothers Day that I have not even had time to sit down to just enjoy the day and write how fantastic the mother of my children is. That will have to wait for another day I suppose; a day when I haven’t been up since the crack of dawn cleaning up after people much smaller and messier than me.
It will have to wait for a day when I haven’t ironed clothes for five and a half people and gotten little boys and girls ready for church - I accidentally put a smelly shirt on one of them, but that’s a dad thing I think.
It will have to be a day when I haven’t had to “help” a 4yo, 6yo, and 9yo make breakfast-in-bed for Mommy - that was kind of messy.
It will have to be a day when I haven’t cleaned up what seems like six meals worth of messes when we only ate twice today - [always thankful for morning donuts at church].
I’ve given baths [twice for one child], washed hair, spanked a couple of bottoms, yelled at some, taxied one, cooked, grilled, washed up, washed up again, and feel “washed-up”.
I gassed the car. I put on band-aids. I combed hair, picked up stray clothes, turned off lights, and ran over a bike with the car - well, that’s more of a dad thing too, and might have happened yesterday come to think of it.
I’ve sent people to the naughty step, picked up shoes, gathered trash, unloaded the dishwasher, loaded the dishwasher, and swept the floor.
I’ve picked flowers, gathered gifts, sung silly songs, and danced goofy dances.
I plated food, brought refills, passed out napkins, and even poured beverages [I hate drink duty].
I [and the kids, I guess] have done everything we can possibly do to keep Mommy from doing anything but what she wants to do today.
The truth is, she still did some things she HAD to do, things that matter most, in fact. She still prayed for her children today. She still hugged necks, kissed cheeks, and told each of them she loves them. She still looked if someone said “Mommy watch this”, and she still opened her arms if someone came in hurt and crying.
Her lap was still available for sitting, and at the end of the day… literally at the end of the day, she still owned the responsibility to rock our babiest girl before bed.
Many jobs she does are never “done” and for those things there is not only no break, but no substitute either. My wife… my kids’ mother… she is the real deal. She’s the genuine article and amazes me every day with all she does for our family. Events like the “break” of Mother’s Day for a mom in the prime of parenting remind us that there is much to distract from what is most valuable in parenting. Time spent.
Time is not inexhaustible. It’s depleting, and this side of eternity, forever running out. Our kids don’t even know to appreciate it yet, but they do, and they will. The thing my kids seem to value most, whether they realize it or not, is time. Her time.
When I see her loving on her children the way only she can, she is spending her time on them.
When I see her reading bible passages about raising children, and being a mother of honor, she is spending her time on them.
When I see her having a picnic, or playing with them in the yard, she is spending her time on them.
Their schoolwork? Spending her time on them.
Sitting by a chainlink fence waiting for one of them to hit or catch a ball? Spending her time on them.
Everything is about spending her time on them and doing so with excellence, honor, and love.
The time she spends with them is not just about the tasks she does for them, it is the intangible investment of self. That just might be the single best attribute the mother of my children has. She is selfless. She is one selfless mother.
