They Need Their Mama

But oh, how I need them.

They don't need that lady who's rushing to get all the housework done...

who is always looking at her phone...

or who is clearing them out of the kitchen so she can sweep.

They need their mama.

They don't need that lady who is maxed out...

who's yelling at them at Target just for doing things kids do...

or who is telling them to just wait a second while she answers a text.

They need their mama. 

They don't need the lady who's trying to meet her deadlines...

who's worried about every bill...

or who is concerned with "the mess" that she always has to clean up.

They need their mama.

They don't need the lady who is at her wits end...

who is losing her temper...

or who's patience has worn too thin.

They need their mama.

They don't need the lady who's on her computer instead of playing with them...

who feels like every email needs answered immediately...

or who often forgets that life is actually NOT an emergency.

They need their mama.

I was gently reminded today that the housework and lots of other things will always be there, they'll only be little once.

They need the mom that God wants me to be, the mom who is seeking Him always instead of sometimes, and the mom who wants to run in the leaves, lay on the trampoline, and stare up at the clouds floating by.

They don't need my busyness.

They don't need my to-do list.

They need me to be organized, ready, and attentive.

They need my hugs.

They need my patience, and they need my time.

They need their mama.

But at the same time...

I need them.

They are fresh, vibrant, energetic, lively reminders to enjoy what God has given us, and to lay down the distractions of the day that cloud my view.

They remind this mom that I'm part of something bigger - a story written by the greatest Author, that's bigger and far more important than the day to day trivial things I let bother me.

And that my friends, is why I also, need them so :).