“A woman's love is mighty, but a mother's heart is weak, and by its weakness overcomes.” - James Russell Lowell
I confess I’m just at “one of those times” in my journey of motherhood. I’m busy, I’m distracted, I’m easily annoyed. I feel sometimes like I need a weekly spiritual retreat just to make it through the rest of the seven days without turning into an ill-tempered shrew. Unfortunately, this time of inadequacy happened to fall just when both my children have hit stages of development that require, how shall I put it? constant vigilance and discipline. Of course.
“I don’t want them to remember me as a nagging harpy,” I wailed to my husband after dinner the other night. “But, then, I don’t want to let them develop into holy terrors, either.”
“I know,” he nodded as he cleared the table for me. “You just have to hang in there and pray. It’ll be worth it in the end.”
Yes, it will be worth it in the end. And, I don’t just mean when they are teenagers, or when they are “well-rounded, capable adults.” I mean the End. When we are together in Heaven…and I finally get a vacation!
There are no sick days in motherhood. There are no substitutes to tag in off the sidelines when you’re up to your ears in life and trying to stay afloat. These are the trenches, and this is the calling. There are days when it is splendid, unutterable joy. And, then there are days when you feel like you’d do better to just throw in the towel because your best efforts aren’t seeming to turn up anything but sour words and tears, anyway.
Because we are just stewards, after all. These children—my children—belong to the Lord. He’s the one raising them, through my efforts and despite my failings. And, it is in my weakness that His light shines the strongest. For them. For me.
“But he said to me, ‘My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.’ Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me.” – 2 Corinthians 12:9