Generations

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A baker. A nurse. A lawyer. A doctor. A teacher. A psychologist. These are things that at some point in my life I thought I’d be. I always envisioned myself doing and being something great. Fast forward to today and usually what I see and say is that I’m just a mom of three kids. That’s it. Now before you misunderstand please don’t think that I don’t see value in being a mom because I do. It’s very important work but if I’m honest most of the time I don’t feel that. I usually see it as a seasonal temporary job. One with an end date because at some point they will become adults and make their own choices. So I go through the motions, day by day, just doing my very best to be a good mom who hopes in the end to raise decent children. But eventually, moving on from my children, onto myself. My time to finish college, to start a career, or to do whatever it is that I feel like I was put on this earth to accomplish. But then I hear this at church and something shifts in the way I’m thinking.

“What if your greatest accomplishment wasn’t something you did but someone you raised?”

Interesting enough this idea couldn’t come at a more perfect moment. Because at this moment I am standing in the back of my church, rocking and bouncing a very fussy baby to sleep. I’m feeling tired and resentful. Resentful because I just want to sit down and enjoy church but instead I’m bouncing 18 lbs of baby, hoping and praying for her to fall asleep. And then I hear this idea and it puts me in my place. I look down and I think, what is she’s my greatest accomplishment? What if everything I’m doing now is to pave the way for her to do something extraordinary in the future. Then I think of my other children. What if every time my oldest daughter asks me a million questions in one day it’s because her heart is preparing her for something extraordinary? What if every time my son insist I hold his hand to go to sleep it’s because his heart is preparing him for something extraordinary? I’m humbled. I realize, more than ever before, that my job as a mother matters and that my greatest accomplishment very well may be in how I raise my children and what they will go on to do in the future.

So today, when I’m spit up on, when my son refuses to eat anything other than goldfish, when my daughter asks me for the millionth time why she has to clean up, I will remind myself that these children may be the greatest thing I ever accomplish. And that everything I’m doing with them today could be vital to their future. Mostly importantly, I won’t waste another second waiting for my time to come because my time is now. So fellow mommas: keep wiping up the spit up, keep serving up the goldfish, and keep answering the questions because it all matters. Your work today will echo from generation to generation.

-S

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