So mornings at our house are similar to tornadoes...it's madness. Sometimes I feel as though I'm a chicken with it's head cut off. This morning was no exception. However I came across a scene that caused me to pause and reflect on how precious Motherhood is...
From the time I was little the one thing I knew I wanted to be was a mother. Don't get me wrong like other little girls I also dreamed of being a nurse, a teacher, an astronaut at one point even. But regardless of what career path I choose I knew I wanted to be a Mom while doing it.
Watching Ally this morning put a diaper on her sock monkey melted my heart. She's already motherly, maybe not when she chokes the dog, but it's there. I see it. And I love it.
Motherhood is such a blessing, it's something that I don't think has or will ever get the credit it deserves. It's the hardest job one could have, but with the greatest of rewards. Paychecks come in the form of kisses and I love yous.
Sadly the world doesn't seem to put value in motherhood.
It seems that society today frowns on a woman who chooses to stay home and raise a family, I long for those days. I daydream of them, while I'm selling cable to this person or internet to that person. I dream of staying home and taking care of my babies, of cooking dinner for my family. I dream of a hot, hot husband (it's my dream he might as well be hot right?) to come home from work happy to see me, and our rug rats. One day I hope to have it.
I'm grateful for the women and the mothers in my life that have been amazing examples. That have cherished motherhood. It's an amazing gift, one that I thank my Heavenly Father everyday for.
-word to your mother!-
