Mamas are everywhere in my world. They always are. That’s just the way I like it. But especially this time of year. I spent a weekend recently with some 1400 mommies at LifeWay's .Mom conference in Birmingham. Then I came home to a season of speaking to Mom to Mom groups every few days. I love it! One of the things I love most about being with moms is hearing their stories. You already know this, but let me remind you: moms are heroes. Their stories stay with me. Stories of traumatic births, difficult pregnancies, unexpected pregnancies, long periods of infertility, miracle adoptions, foster-mom God-moments. And stories of life with 8 kids (or more!) as well as magnificent testimonies to single-mom survival—even joy.
One of my favorite moments at the .Mom conference was meeting the recipients of our blog give-away—Lauren and Carrie. Lauren, I’m sorry we didn’t get a picture. But I got to spend a few precious moments with Carrie as she shared about her life as a single mom. Moms as heroes—yes. God’s grace poured out on these heroes—you bet!
Recently I’ve been reminded of heroic everyday mom lives in my own family. One daughter-in-law spends hours each day in the car to get her son to a good school. Another daughter-in-law recently took on painting a room in the basement after the kids went to bed each night during a weekend with Daddy gone for three days—only to have the tape rip off the paint when the project was done. Yikes!
Then there’s my sleep-deprived daughter Erika with 6-week-old Judah. He is adorable (you knew I’d say that!)—and gifted, of course . :-) The problem is that his gifts seem to be eating and growing—but not sleeping! His parents are working on that. He has a ways to go. In the meantime, you all know the drill: Mama’s gift becomes surviving—somehow—amidst the kind of sleep deprivation that would make most terrorists spill their guts! You remember these days—yes?
But then there are other moments: mom-moments that make all the difference. Moments that keep mom-heroes going even in the toughest places. Erika had one of those moments recently. One afternoon, on a very long day, Judah’s big sister, Gabriella, came down from her “rest time,” rushed into the living room, threw her arms around Erika, and said “Mommy, you’re my very best friend!”
Just a reminder for all of you in case your kids haven’t told you lately: not only are you a hero, but you are building precious relationships with these kids even amidst the toughest times.
What keeps you going amidst long days and short nights? I’d love to hear your stories!