Worth It All

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I’d rather hear you all trying to speak to me at once,
Than to hear absolute silence.


I’d rather find a stuffed doggy “drinking” milky water out of a cereal bowl,
Than to never feel that warming in my heart when I see your special stuffed friend.

I’d rather stay up all night comforting your fears, or easing your sicknesses,

Than to sleep all night and wake up to an empty house.

 

I’d rather be distracted from something “important” a million times,

Than to get everything on my list done, and look around... seeing that I am alone.

 I’d rather clean mud off of your face, arms, out of your ears, and in between your toes,

Than to be without you and have spotless clothes and floors.

 
I’d rather hold on tight when your sticky hand reaches for mine,

Than to never have a little hand to hold.

 
I’d rather you put finger prints all over the window I JUST cleaned,

than to never be able to see you watching out the window for Daddy to come home.

 
I’d rather trip over and stub my toe on your toys in the night,

Than to never hear your squeals and laughter as you play.

 
I’d rather give you every moment of my day, every bit of me,

Than to have a life full of my self.

 
I’d rather hurt when you hurt,

Than to never know the blessing of carrying your burdens.

 
I’d rather bear the criticism of the world,

Than to turn away the blessings a mighty Creater designed with His own Hand!

 
I’d rather lay in bed weary at night, physically and emotionally exhausted from all the things that went “wrong”,

Than to never know your big blue eyes and precocious smile.

 
My precious children, yes, I would rather do all that I am doing to raise you, train you, love you, than to have never known what it feels like to have you crawl into my lap, wrap your arms around my neck and whisper in my ear, “I love you mama.”

 My precious ones in Heaven,
I’d rather know you were created in my womb, and have to say goodbye long before I ever imagined,

Than to have never known you, loved you at all.

You are ALL worth it ALL.

 

The Best Days of My Life

“Day after day! I get absolutely NOTHING accomplished!” I am embarrassed to admit those as my own words. I was engulfed in utter selfishness. I rambled to my husband about how I tried to dust a shelf, just ONE shelf and was able to get one fourth of it done before I was needed in yet another matter. My husband listened as usual and then he replied.

 “Nothing accomplished? The children are your greatest accomplishment each day!”

I couldn’t argue that, and I am sure I blushed from my embarrassment because I knew that my attitude was so wrong.

 

The time is going to come, all to quickly enough, when the dust will no longer be found upon my shelves.

 

Today I might think how nice it would be to have a dust free shelf, but “tomorrow”, when my children’s little voices are but a memory, I will think about how wonderful it would be to see a tiny fingerprint on that dust laden shelf.

 

 My children scatter themselves and their things all over the basement floor and my first thought is to be irritated by the mess and to tell them to be sure to get it all cleaned up, just as it was before, when they are done, but I have to stop myself.

 

Someday I will miss their chitter chatter and the literal maze upon the floor and I will want to bid them to come back to sprawl themselves out and play awhile. But they will not.

 

This time is but a moment that is passing and when it is gone nothing will ever bring it back again.

 

Somedays being a cheerful mother will come easily and naturally. Somedays having a cheerful heart and countenance is based solely on the choice to do so! Somedays the blessings are obvious, shining brightly right in front of us. Somedays we need to have the self- discipline to look for them!

 

This Christmas I was blessed with a precious unexpected gift, at just the time I needed it the most. One of my husband’s aunts handed me a book with hopes that it would bless me. Bless me indeed. The title of this book is “Prayers and Peanut Butter-The Mother Book” by Barbara Classen. In the reading of this book , the Lord has given me a renewed vision and a plan for those moments when I let my “feelings” get a hold of me.

 

 "Do we think of our children as bothers instead of blessings? Our outlook makes the difference. Have we caught God’s plan in the verse about being a joyful mother of children? It’s morning; if I’m grouchy, I can guarantee that in thirty minutes the whole family will be grouching and grousing. If I’m cheerful, the morning sparkles with sunny words.  We need to toss feeling out the window and be civil even when we don’t feel cheerful, ” she writes.

 

Gather the children, Mother,

The little heads close to your knee

In the hush of the beautiful twilight,

And talk to them tenderly.

 

When the bright eyes grow tired and restless

And gaze at you wistfully

And the sweet lips beg for a story,

Then gather them close to your knee.

 

Not long will your little ones linger

So talk to them while you may.

A world may be better tomorrow

For the story you’re telling today.

 

So tell them the story of Jesus,

For the child’s heart is tender and true;

And not all the teachers and preachers

Can guide them, oh Mother, like you.

-Author Unknown

 

God will lead me one step at a time and I will make the most of each one. I know these truly ARE the best days of my life!

 

 

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