Being a mom is hard.
All mothers know it. We may not have known it long ago (before the gray hairs and dark under-eye circles), but once we’re a few weeks into life with a newborn, there’s no denying it.
It’s cathartic to unburden our hearts and speak these words out loud. This day is difficult. This moment seems unbearable. Motherhood is hard.
When we acknowledge the intense struggles that are inseparable from the joys of having children, we allow ourselves some breathing room, some grace. I don’t have to have it all together. I am doing my best. Because motherhood is hard.
But in the midst of all this truth-telling, sometimes I find myself too focused on the difficulty, and too burdened by the challenges.
Sometimes I forget. I forget to cherish what is good, to rejoice in the beauty, to laugh at the small joys.
And so today, I want to remember.
I want to remember the look of unbridled love in my baby’s eyes when she stares into mine.
I want to remember the way my 4-year-old throws back her head and laughs until she falls over.
And the tender way my 3-year-old says, I love you, Mama.
I want to hold onto the memory of each newborn snuggled next to my heart, and the smell of their downy-soft heads.
I want to cherish forever the way their first smiles made my mama heart melt, and the way the way I loved to watch them sleeping on their daddy’s shoulder.
I want to remember how proud I am every time someone stops me to say how beautiful they are.
I want to remember how fast they grow up, and how my 6-year-old’s first day of First Grade this year may have brought a tear to his mama’s eye.
I don’t ever want to take for granted the precious gifts that these four little ones are — gifts that are free and undeserved, and only on loan to me here in this short life.
I never want to tire of dreaming of their futures, and praying that someday they’ll be great Saints for God’s glory.
I want to remember that the Lord gave them to me — to me — to be their mother. To give them the love that only I can.
And no matter how hard motherhood may be, it is my privilege, my honor, and my joy.
May I always remember.