Some days, I desperately feel like I just need my fellow mama friends around me in a huddle. You know, a pep talk. Arms on shoulders, heads bent into our circle’s center.
I guess some days, I need to feel that cloud of witnesses cheering me on (Heb 12:1) – albeit my personal race is small and everyday compared to others’. Because I’m just a stay-at-home mom. And sometimes the gloomy thought raises its ugly head and I wonder if we stay-at-home-mamas try to glorify our vocation a bit much. Maybe we merely seek to make ourselves feel better in our daily humdrum. Believing that shrewd lie, even for a minute, causes my soul to crumple in weariness. But, He lifts my heart to dwell on truth. Because whether you are a stay-at-home mama, a working mama, or a single mama, we truly do have a high calling.
So if you’re having a day that’s got you down and dog-tired, come join me in the huddle.
We are driving the future.
We are bringing up the next generation of doctors and preachers,
teachers and researchers,
or maybe even more stay-at-home mamas.
The atmosphere of our homes is set by us.
We are memory-makers.
Our children are people –
little, yes, but someday, they will be all grown up with real thoughts and ideas, dreams and solutions –
we lay their foundations.
Others will come alongside us to help raise up our children
– teachers, peers, family, pastors, etc. –
but we are the underpinning.
We shape future mommies’ and daddies’ views on home.
To our boys, we lay the groundwork for their views on women.
To our girls, we teach what it is to be woman.
We are often given the honor of hearing a soul’s first prayers.
We see ambitions light in their eyes and we can either stamp them out, or fan the flames.
We can teach boys to be gentlemen.
We can teach girls to wait for one.
Every day, we can either fill their love tanks, or let them empty.
It may feel like our little mama-lives are hidden in the looming shadows of the world’s great humanitarians, missionaries, politicians, and blog and movie celebrities . . . but He brings power to the small, life to the dying, strength for the weary.
We plant a multitude of seeds.
Let’s water and illuminate.
Go get ’em, girls.