You push the laundry room door open as wide as it can go while stepping over the mound to reach the machines. “Don’t come in here,” you tell your little ones, but they follow you into the room, climbing onto the pile behind you. With arms loaded down with hot, clean clothes from the dryer, you turn around to find you’re trapped in the laundry room with a toddler and a preschooler who’ve shut the door just in time for you to climb back over the mountain and head to the living room. You manage to get the door open, only dropping a few socks, only to realize that the baby has picked up a wet washcloth from the corner of the laundry room.
You scramble out the door, dump the laundry on the sofa, then grab the baby, mumbling something about how gross that is and why WHY does everything have to be so hard?
Convinced you just need to finish your coffee, you sit, hoping for a few minutes of still and quiet, but just as you bring your cup to your lips, a squirming little one next to you bumps the cup almost out of your hands. “Read this book, Mom,” he says. Rubbing your eyes, you read, shifting your coffee to a safe spot between your hip and the arm of the chair.
The baby’s got a loaded diaper by now. You wrestle him down and get him all cleaned up. Boy, is he strong! And you think to yourself, “I just need to finish that coffee and I’ll be ready for this day.”
One more time, you grab that cup. You take a big slurp and almost spit it right out, it’s so cold. So you microwave it, sit back down again and…Plop!
You don’t know whether to laugh or cry that your one-year-old has tossed a clementine directly into your cup. Is it REALLY this hard? you think to yourself.
So many days, this is my morning scene, and unfortunately, if I’m not very purposeful in keeping my focus, I fall into a pattern of thinking that sounds a lot like a lie that says “Motherhood is only hard, all the time!”
It’s not, moms. That’s a deception. And it’s a lie from the enemy. A trick to get us to feel sorry for ourselves. To shift our focus onto poor little us. Oh, he’s sneaky like that. We can’t even see how blessed we are, “trapped” in that laundry room with all those clothes and such nice machines to help us with them. We can’t even see our luxurious lifestyles of getting to make a second coffee if we so desire (or if our boy throws an orange into our cup.) Because we’re fixated on our struggles. See how easy it happens?
Sure, those things are annoying, but in the grand scheme of things, do they matter? Will they matter in Eternity?
Right now, what matters most is training those little hearts for the Lord. That’s it. Love them and nurture them and train them. That’s what has Eternal value.
If you’re struggling with thinking that motherhood is only hard all the time, I invite you to try and shift your focus. Ask God to help you, to do it for you, even. And decide to remember, just for today, that your work is significant.
Your job as a mother has Eternal value.