There are days that motherhood does not feel gratifying. In fact, it often feels quite the opposite: monotonous, messy, and thankless. I end my days with snot dried on my shirt, sippy cups spilled on the kitchen floor, and bags under my eyes.
Today was one of those days. With Shawn out of town, there's little break from my very busy 14-month-old who would prefer to be sitting in Mommy's lap or bouncing on her hip while she tackles her to-do list one-handed. So by the time bedtime rolled around tonight, like most nights, I was whipped.
There was a moment today when the thought crossed my mind, "How did this happen? How did I go from getting a degree, running a small business, and being a productive member of society to wiping noses, saying 'no no' a million times, and reading The Little Blue Truck until I have it memorized?"
But tonight as I got Liam ready for bed, just like every other night, I rocked him in his big brown chair. We prayed out loud together, his head resting on my shoulder, and thanked Jesus for keeping us safe and warm today. And when I paused after, "In Jesus' name...." he pulled away to look at me and finished with an emphatic, "Ay-meh!" (Amen!) I couldn't believe it. I hadn't really taught him that, had I?
What a reminder for me... that my work has never been more meaningful than the work I did today.