We’ve all seen the bumper stickers with 13.1 or 26.2, and we all think they’re just awesome, right?
No, seriously. I’m happy (thrilled) for you if you’ve run a half marathon or a full marathon. Those are fantastic endeavors and I’ve even run one myself.
But I don’t have a sticker on the back of my big ol’ van. It’s not that I’m not proud of my accomplishment. It’s totally cool, and I absolutely get why anyone would want to share their excitement about having completed such a feat. Truly, until you’ve run one, it’s hard to relate to both the exhaustion and exhilaration that comes with crossing that finish line. SO…congrats to you if you have, and I’m high-fiving you all the way!
But there are those out there that aren’t runners in the physical sense. They get the stickers that say “0.0” and put on the backs of their cars. Have you seen them? I find them humorous.
And maybe sometimes you see those 13.1 and 26.2 stickers and think to yourself, “what about what I do every day? Doesn’t that count for something?” In light of my recent post on burn-out, I want to address a couple of things I feel are very important to recognize as mothers who may be growing weary in the race. I’m talking about the marathon of motherhood here. You work hard, too. There’s no bumper sticker for you. No one high-fiving you at the end of the day for making it all the way to your interrupted bedtime.
So I made these for you and me. For the accomplisments unnoticed, sometimes unappreciated, sometimes never celebrated. I’m cheering for you! You’re enough! Congratulations, my friend! You’re a great mom!
Seriously, you did that? Back-breaking, I know! Good job!
Wow! Even in the midst of morning sickness and taking care of all those other kids while their dad’s out of town again, you actually cooked dinner! That’s awesome! Keep it up!
You wanted your husband and family members to tell you how proud they were of you for sticking out that hard labor, and maybe they didn’t. You ROCKED it! You did what God designed for your body to do, and you did it well! Or maybe you birthed that sweet baby via c-section. You still gave birth. Your body still did a fantastic job co-creating a new little life. WOW! Magnificent!
You nursed those babies for as long as you could and you did great! What a wonderful start to life you gave them! Mastitis wouldn’t let you continue? It happens. I’m proud of you for trying as long as you did. Let go of the guilt.
I wish I could do this one more days than not. For choosing to invest in your children over investing in clean floors, I applaud you. That’s the more noble choice and you will never ever regret spending those hours with your sweet babies.
You just keep hanging on. Staying married instead of giving up, maybe it’s not the easier choice, but it’s almost always the better one. I’m proud of you.
For the THIRD time today! WOW! That’s serious commitment to loving your family and home! You cooked all that food AND cleaned up all the dishes. I know you’re tired, and I know you’ll do it again tomorrow. What a marathon you run every day, girl!
Wow! You do that even though you are really tired of it. You’re trying to be a good wife and not complain and grumble…..and it’s more about that than the socks and you know it. God sees your heart.
Seriously the most important thing you will ever do. Forget 13.1 or 26.2, the diapers, the dishes, the laundry, all of it. What profits a man (or woman or child) to gain the whole world yet lose his soul? You’re doing a fantastic job and the Lord sees and knows your precious heart in your endeavors.
What you do every day is both exhausting and somehow exhilarating, and what you do counts! You are ENOUGH!