Scowls, grumbles and grouchiness? Triple check.
And that’s only counting me, not my cranky and teething toddlers. Put us all in the house again thanks to cold and snowy weather, and you’ve got a recipe for a full-blown meltdown times three.
Doesn’t that just make you want to be a stay-at-home mama? Me either!
But I’m forgetting the pajama painting party, the pretending-to-go-to-the-dentist while we brush teeth, the snuggles and the kisses I’ve had all day long, too.
And I’m forgetting that by serving these sweet little people and doing the mundane things I do all day, I am brining glory to God.
A dear friend shared this poem with me, and I need to frame it somewhere so I can see it daily. So if you are up with your kids in the middle of the night for the millionth night in a row, sighing at a mountain of dishes or sniffing out another poopy diaper and wondering what in the world you’ve been feeding your kids, this poem by Megan Breedlove on www.mannaformoms.com is for you.
I started my day early,
Before the room was light.
I lifted my son from his crib
And wished it was still night.
But as I held him close and said,
“Hi, Kenneth, precious one,”
I knew that as I greeted him,
I greeted too God’s Son.
When my daughter woke up later,
Calling, “Mommy! Mommy! Down!”
I picked her up and hugged her
In her worn Elmo nightgown.
I know she felt the closeness
That a mother’s touch affords.
I welcomed not just Ellie,
But so, too, the Lord of Lords.
That day, I mixed some formula
And opened jars of peas.
I fixed some “pizza butter” bread
When she grinned and said, “Pleeeeease.”
I heated up some leftovers;
I had to nuke them twice.
And when I fed my children,
I was feeding Jesus Christ.
I made some funny faces,
And “played puzzles” on the floor.
I dressed kitties, ran around outside,
And played with them some more.
We laughed and jumped and tickled,
Making memories to be stored.
When I spent time with my children,
I spent time with my Lord.
I wiped up sticky cereal
And washed the dishes clean.
I straightened, picked up, put away,
And dusted in between.
I did six loads of laundry
And folded it like new.
When I cleaned for my children,
I cleaned for my Savior, too.
When my children were both crying,
I held them in my arms.
I cuddled them and whispered
That I’d keep them safe from harm.
I told them how their Father saved them
With His perfect Lamb.
When I comforted my children,
I comforted I AM.
Later on that evening,
I put them in the bath.
I washed their little bodies
As they kicked around and splashed.
I dried them in soft towels
And put their jammies on.
When I had washed my children’s feet,
I’d washed the Holy One.
I cooked and cleaned and rearranged,
Made beds and taught and played.
I made sure that we had food to eat
And that we often prayed.
I died to self. I made a home
From ordinary things.
But when I served my children,
I served the King of Kings.
To some, I have done nothing,
But to two, I’ve done the world.
I made eternal difference
To my precious boy and girl,
And to the One who watches over
Every pathway that I’ve trod.
For when I’ve loved my precious children,
I’ve loved Almighty God.
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