Many are the jobs in a mother’s day, and much is the work of her hands.
Pick up the baby, start breakfast, open the blinds.
Wrap him up, pull him close, turn the pages.
Brew some coffee, because no way did you get enough sleep.
Turn on cartoons, wipe the nose, change the diaper.
Dump the laundry onto the couch, start a load of towels, flush the forgotten toilets.
Check email, partly for a chance to sit down for a second and drink your coffee.
Unload, then load the dishwasher, clean the milk off the floor, and while there, pick up the grapes thrown by the baby.
Dress the little ones, cut the fingernails too long, spray and wipe the sticky table.
Pull hair into ponytail, because it’ll have to do for today.
Make lunch, fill sippy cups, pour milk into bottle.
Set dinner out to thaw, make four batches of cookies, hold the hand whose fingers were just smashed.
Put on some lip-gloss, mostly because your lips are chapped.
Sweep the floor, scrub the tub, make dinner plates.
Fold the clothes, change the diaper, bathe the boys.
Turn off the lights while saying goodnight because you know you’ll be asleep before your head hits the pillow.
No, a mother’s work never ends. And many days she wishes her hands got to do different things.
Like sewing, or knitting, or crafting, or quilting, or even more organizing, cooking, or baking.
But these days of doing the same monotonous chores and care-giving, these are the days we’ll miss once we have time to do those other things some day.
One day we’ll look down at our hands which labored hard and labored in love for our families, and we’ll recount with joy the memories of serving them.
They’ll tell the story of years and decades of building a home and a legacy that they cannot tell us now about the moments and the minutes and the hours they’re fast at work doing the things that we don’t realize mount to that big cathedral.
If you’re overwhelmed in this season of motherhood, whittle down your hands’ to-do list to a few of the most important things.
Care for them.
If you do these four things (and really it’s all the same thing – loving them), anything else in this season is truly icing on the cake.
So keep on doing what you’re doing, moms.
Just love them well. The rest can wait.