Motherhood 101

After almost 20 years of this gig as a Mom, I'm amazed at the little irritants that raise their ugly heads and make me question my role, my importance, my calling.  

My Chris got to attend a meeting with one of the U.S. Ambassadors to the U.N.  While he dug out his suit jacket and ironed his shirt, I stood in my apron (I love aprons by the way and have quite the collection!) with spaghetti sauce wiped down the front.

As he left, me and my apron sat down at the dining room table to help Libby with homework ... for ... a ... very ... long ... time.  

The next day, as my Chris was relating the events of his past evening, I compared them to mine:  My apron and I walked Libby through long division, then tackled vocabulary words, did some reading and then worked on a speech.  After watching a math meltdown, building her up that these vocab words were not too hard for her, reading to her so she wouldn't have another meltdown by having to read 3 chapters, and then praising her for a speech well done ... my apron and I were pooped.  Libby and I watched an old "Donnie and Marie Variety Show" on Youtube, packed a lunch for the next day, and fell into bed.

I felt robbed.  I felt a little less important.  My life felt unglamorous.  Taking my hurts with me, I sat down to have a little quiet time with God.  

As I was listening to His heart ... I heard these words: 

 "You didn't meet an ambassador last night, you were making one".

And there you have it ... that SHAZAMM moment when all makes sense in the world again.  My role as Mom was given the right perspective.  Now, for this season of my life, my role as Mom counts for bigger things.  My little Libby is learning academics ... but also learning a whole lot about life and God and all kinds of other stuff that I get to lead her into the discovery process. I get to hold her hand and navigate these waters.  For one day ... my little Libby will be an ambassador to a world who needs to know true love.  Shes' got a Mamma and her apron and a committed Dad helping her to become a darn effective one, too.

So ... poo on the pity party!  I'm a Mom!  

tying the apron strings,

christina