Thursday, 26 April 2012

Tender Mercies

Being a mom is hard.

Some days it is really hard.

Days when the sacrifice seems more than you can bear.

There are times you don't sleep, times when you worry more than you smile, and times when you cry more than you laugh. 

But, thankfully, there are times like last night . . .

moments of clarity that come to interrupt your weariness, to awaken you to the blessings before you, and to remind you of the privilege it is to be someone's mother.

You are sitting on a cold, metal bleacher.  In your hurry to get out the door on time and to ensure everyone has what they need for the evening, you forgot your own coat and forgot you are wearing flip flops rather than sensible Maritime attire of socks and sneakers.  Thankfully, the sun peeks outs and, as it is setting behind you, you can feel it's warmth against your back.  The cold no longer bothers you, though.  You are enthralled in watching how happy your baby girl is trying out for her new soccer team.  Your heart swells to see her perform so well and to see how talented she has become with all the hard work, sacrifice and dedication she has put into her game.  As you stare at her in awe and wonder what on earth you could have ever done to deserve such an amazing daughter, you hear your two boys squeal in laughter as they run past you in an intense game of hide-and-seek tag.  Your attention turns to them.  You marvel at how quick they are to turn everything into a game and how easily they can draw other kids into their games, and it brings a smile to your face.  Suddenly, you are no longer tired.  Your concerns and your frustrations have washed away, and you think to yourself:

life may not be perfect, but it is good. It is, oh, so very good!

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