Joy in Mothering

Being a mama comes with so much joy and at the same time is so hard.

Some days I feel like my heart is going to burst because of all the joy and love and happiness that comes with mothering. And then there are days that I think there’s no way I’m going to make it through the day without going crazy.

Yesterday was one of those days.

My 4-month–old did not want to be put down at all and wasn’t really happy when I was holding him unless he was nursing. Then my 2-year-old had probably the most rambunctious day of his life. Just about everything I asked was ignored, I was told ‘no’ and hit by him. Add to that deadline week for my transcribing job (needless to say not much was accomplished) and the fact my husband works late on Thursdays, I was ready to just put the boys in bed (and wait for my husband come home to cry and complain to him.)

And, I did.

I put Paxton in his crib, changed the baby and was just about to put Weston down when I decided that I had the choice to end the day for my boys on a positive note.

I grabbed their Bible story book, got Paxton out of his crib and sat in the kid sized recliner in their room with both of my boys on my lap. We read the story together. There is something about reading that just seems to bond children and parents. My frustrations of the day began to melt away and I was thankful for the moment, the two sweet babies that I’ve been blessed with and I no longer wanted to run away from it all.

Our bedtime prayer wasn’t the typical bedtime prayer for our toddler, it was a prayer for me, as a mother. I prayed for patience, for self control, for love, for joy, for gentleness. I often think being a parent, from the perspective of a Christ follower, isn’t about raising children as much as it is being personally refined by God. My sin nature is evident every day as I’m teaching my little sons and trying to point them towards Christ. And I find myself more dependent on Him in raising my children.

After prayer, I kissed the boys and put them in their cribs and they both quietly drifted off to sleep.

Instead of ending my day focusing in on all of the frustrations, I began to reflect on the joys of the past few days.

  • While I was gathering a load of laundry a few days ago, Paxton comes pushing his little cart loaded with laundry he’s retrieved from the clothes hampers.
  • He loves checking for eggs each day and does a wonderful job carrying them inside. (He tries to be careful, we’ve had a few cracks but it’s okay!)
  • He is constantly coming to me with books he wants to read, either he wants me read them to him or for him ‘read’ to me.

  • Weston has found his sweet little feet and looks so precious holding on to his feet and trying to put them in his mouth.
  • The fact he loves to be held does make me less productive but it is so nice to know that just having him in my arms makes him feel loved and comforted.
  • Watching my two boys interact is so much fun. In fact, Weston pulled Paxton’s hair for the first time last week…and so it begins!
 It’s still not easy. I’m loving, molding, serving and teaching two little boys who will one day be men. I don’t think a job of that kind of importance is supposed to be easy.

But, there is joy in this journey and by focusing on the positive things, you maintain joy in your mothering!

(Happy Mothers Day! Especially to my mama and my wonderful mother-in-law who raised an amazing man!)

responses to “Joy in Mothering” 11

  1. What a great post! It is so very hard to be mommies, and I think you pinned it exactly – a job that entails raising boys into Men couldn't possibly be easy. As a mommy of two boys, I have to admit, it's nice to hear that other mommies struggle too. And I have to say I've found reading to be a great way to let it go. Thanks for this post.

    1. I love reading too! It's like I'm in third grade again, sitting on my bed with stuffed animals surrounding me, lost in a book and oblivious to the chaos of my three younger siblings around me. That has carried into momma hood and a good book allows me to drift away…and then the dryer buzzes! 🙂

  2. Thank you for being such a good mommy. It gives me a smile to hear that we are all just human and need to follow in His path set before us however challenging it may be somedays.

  3. "I often think being a parent, from the perspective of a Christ follower, isn’t about raising children as much as it is being personally refined by God."

    AMEN sister! You hit the nail on the head!

    Tyler (my husband) has been encouraging me to embrace my vocation and that just sounds so much better than "dealing with" a cranky/clingy/biting toddler. Sometimes she just literally needs an embrace! I totally agree that forming a human soul to seek Christ faithfully and fervently is NO EASY TASK! Whew! Breath of fresh air from you to me and I thank you for it. Have a wonderful, beautiful Mother's Day!

    And your pictures for this post are SO beautiful. 🙂 Those sweet boys make me so excited to meet my little Jonah!

    1. I do think embracing being a mother is a much better approach than 'dealing with' our children! Being a mother is so wonderful and being a wife and mama is really my dream, I just often don't have the attitude that I am living my dream. And praise God for wonderful and encouraging husbands!

  4. Oh do I need to hear this! I became a mom through foster care about 2 months ago. We received a one-year-old boy and almost 2 months later received a 2-year-old and an 8 1/2 month old, also boys.

    It is hard work.

    Bless you as you raise yours.

  5. As a mama with a full-time job and a "single parent" during the week (we work opposite shifts to avoid daycare costs) I can fully relate to the joys and the frustration of being mama. Two nights ago we had one of *those* nights. It ended with me having "lost my mind", scolding Amelia for not being asleep yet (at 11 pm) and her getting so upset she threw up. I had to change her sheets, bathe her quick and get her back into bed. Did I mention it was 11 pm? By the time I got to bed I had been up 21 hours and my alarm would go off in 3 hours for work. I felt awful.

    Last night went much the same. I had learned something from the previous night though. When Joe was in bed I went into her room with a portable DVD player and Finding Nemo because at that point doing anything seemed like trying to climb Everest. We watched a bit of it together and talked about the characters. I eventually left, got to bed way too late (again) but it was ok. I didn't have that awful feeling. I went to bed much more peacefully and I think she did too.

    This morning I read this post and was just able to reflect on my week. I always feel better knowing that others have the same struggles and I am not alone. I realize nearly everyone probably does but sometimes it is just so hard to remember that!

    Have a great Mother's Day weekend!

    1. It is hard to remember that being a mama is not easy for anybody! But, it's too easy to get caught up in thinking we're the only ones dealing with difficulties, partially because nobody wants to talk about how hard it is. It's wonderful but the hardest job ever!

      1. Yep, I think maybe the rewards are richer because the tough moments/days are not for wimps! Talking about the struggles and finding the grace to learn to shrug, smile, whisper a prayer (or cry out in desperation – I've done both), and then find the humor and LAUGH!

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