A Mom Blessed

I’ve started this several times, wanting to write about Mother’s Day, but I ended up beating myself up each time with so many regrets that it was flat depressing. So I deleted.

Yesterday morning I was going to work some on my porch, but went to pick up 200+ roses to give to mommies today at church, then went home to cook for supper with Michael’s family. As I was doing my running around, I started thanking God for different things that remind me of the greatest job in the world – being a mom.

Thought I’d share.

I’m thankful for . . .

. . . stretch marks that remind me that I carried 4 children until they were fully done.

. . . a scar down the middle of my tummy that now resembles a loaf of Split Top Mrs. Baird’s bread because the twins couldn’t stay until they were completely done, and needed help getting here. Sorry for the visual.

. . . sleepless nights when the older three were little, then more sleepless nights ten years later when the younger three were little, because it reminds me that I had babies to hold.

. . . sleepless nights when all of them are now much older, because it reminds me that I’m supposed to be praying for them as they walk through situations that happen because we live in a fallen world.

. . . laugh lines because it reminds me that there was lots of laughter. So much laughter that Leah would sometimes throw up at the dinner table because she was laughing so hard.

. . . a white plastic bag tucked away in my drawer with 9 little wrenches in it because it reminds me that the kids think it is funny that I can’t find at least one of their stocking gifts. Every year.

. . . reading glasses that slide down a ways on my nose because they remind me that I am now called Lollie as well as Momma. I look like a grandma.

. . . the words “coke” and “hot sauce” instead of “pop” and “salsa” because it reminds me they love tradition. They want to do it like we’ve always done it and never change, no matter that the whole state may say it different.

I won’t continue this out loud to spare you a long boring story, but I’m not going to stop thanking God for the every day reminders of why I am so blessed to be momma.

So very blessed.