The pain. The feeling that it will never end. The intense desire to be anywhere else, doing anything other than this.
No, I’m not already dreading labor; that’s not for 4 more months. I’m talking about being a stay-at-home mom. Somedays, though, it feels as intense and ongoing as birth.
Yesterday I was reminded just how blessed I truly am…
Nap time is over and one tousle-haired, puffy-eyed, pouty-lipped child at a time comes padding down the hall to the living room. First Elijah, then Cora, come and cuddle with me on the couch. We turn on a movie so they can wake up slowly (and so Josh can finish his homework with minimal distraction).
The smell of Ezra’s diaper alerts me to his need to be changed…which causes me to move from the couch to the living room floor.
Like little marbles Elijah and Cora follow me and once again cuddle up against me there on the floor.
Those warm, snuggly little bodies seem to fit so easily in my lap (despite the ever-growing belly).
Moments like this remind me of how lucky I am to be a mom. It makes my heart ache for those people who have experience loss and pain in their efforts to have their own children. It’s moments like these that I will treasure in my heart just as Luke describes Mary doing when Jesus was a baby.
Did she ever see Him in His ministry and want her baby boy back all to herself? Was there a moment when she felt separated from Him and longed for those treasured newborn moments of stillness and intimacy?
I’m not quite sure where that came from, but I’m going to leave it.
My point is…as irritated and overwhelmed as I can sometimes feel, I know that today was a treasured moment that I will look back on when they’re all teenagers and busy with their own lives. This moment when I’m able to hold all 3.5 of them in my lap.
What are you thankful for today?
**This post was inspired by Chatting at the Sky‘s Tuesdays Unwrapped.
[tweetmeme = melissa_rae]