"When we had our children, our ideas changed somewhat. Thenceforward, we lived only for them; they made all our happiness and we would never have found it save in them. In fact, nothing any longer cost us anything; the world was no longer a burden to us. As for me, my children were my great compensation, so that I wished to have many in order to bring them up for Heaven."--Venerable Zelie Martin, mother of St. Therese, the Little Flower
I cannot begin to share with you what an enormous amount of love I have in my heart for each of my children. I fight the tears when I think about how blessed my husband and I are to have these souls entrusted in our care. Surely, we have our share of normal family frustrations; arguing, backtalk, chaotic hours in the day, but the whole of it is pure joy.
I really believe that the biggest blessing, as well as challenge, to me as a mother has been the repetitive dying to self, forming the habit of putting others first. It is so very difficult yet so very simple. It is the one consistent task at hand each day. Who will I serve? God or Self? I hope, as I grow each day in my role as mother, that the correct choice will come easily to me.
The vocation of motherhood is joyful regardless of the trials, the sickness, the financial stresses, come what may. The world is selling women fame, fortune and control but we, as mothers, are instead living a life of complete abandonment and of service to others. The happiness to be had, the freedom to be found within this vocation is enormous and is ours for the asking simply by serving as Christ served.
There are days, however, when the drudgery of the task, the fatigue of my body, my desire to be appreciated get the best of me and I falter, complaining as I go about my work, grumbling while I perform my chores. But when I look upon it all at the end of the day, I repent of my selfishness and short sightedness. I hold that tiny hand and gaze into those blue eyes with the long, long lashes and give thanks. God is Good. All the time.