On the heels of being content with the role of motherhood, I thought this morning how being a mom is like being a missionary, but with little or no recognition (and that’s OK!).
While I held my puking daughter this morning, washed the vomit from her face, and bathed her in warm water, all I could think about was being a servant like Christ calls us to be. I thought of Mother Teresa who cared for sick individuals who were cast out by society and how she wiped their pussing sores, how she held them tenderly as if they were Christ themselves and the work of caring and cleaning for a child with the stomach flu took on so much more meaning.
My thoughts led to my new love that has taken a while to implant in my heart: Opus Dei. How they really enforce how the everyday work you do, in the vocation you’ve been called to is sanctifying work that draws you closer to God. There are times where I feel like clearing the table and washing dishes is more than I can handle. The mundane task of wiping the dirty table, putting away laundry and dusting the mantles sometimes seems useless and unimportant.
The Veggie Tales song from the St. Nicholas movie plays in my mind daily now (probably because the kids watch is every morning): “I can love because God loves me, I can give because He gave. Jesus’ love is why I’m smiling, why I give every day.” which reminds me why I am doing what I am doing as a mother.
(I took a short break from typing this to rock my daughter and get thrown up on. There was more throw up on me than the rocking chair, Chloe or in the bucket. Bet you just loooooved that visual eh?)
I don’t actually have that much more to say. Both my children are sleeping and I’m going to take advantage of this time by taking a very long and in-depth prayer time.