on the kind of mother I want to be...

*No, this is not an announcement of any sort.  That is all.*

I want to be the kind of mother who chooses not to be inconvenienced by her children; rather, seeks out opportunities to teach and love.

I want to be the kind of mother who disciplines her children with wisdom and justice - discerning the difference between sinful behavior and immature ignorance.

I want to be the kind of mother who is compassionate when appropriate, but strict when necessary.

I want to be the kind of mother who is able to strike the perfect balance between mom and friend.

I want to be the kind of mother whose children never have to wonder if they're loved.

I want to be the kind of parent who makes time for regular one-on-one dates with her kids.

I want to be the kind of mother who - after an orthodontist appointment - doesn't take her child back to school immediately... just to spend a little extra time together.


I want to be the kind of mother who - when any of her kids call - stops whatever she is doing to talk.

I want to be the kind of mother who laughs with my children.

I want to be the kind of mother who is her children's biggest fan - regardless of their ability or lack thereof.

I want to be the kind of mother who teaches her children about the Lord - not just by what she says - but by the way she lives her life.


I want to be the kind of mother who has beautiful hands.  Not because they are regularly manicured and perfectly soft; but because they have changed millions of diapers, bandaged countless wounds, done load after load of laundry, washed a lifetime's worth of dishes, and - most of all - because they naturally clasp together after years and years of constant prayer for her children.

My mom and her girls

I want to be all of these things, because this is the kind of mother that I have.  All of those little (or not so little) sacrifices, all of the little "nothings" that meant everything to me... should God so bless us, I want that for my children.

From time to time, I find myself saying or doing something "just like Mom did."  And, while the Mr. and I always get a good laugh about the fact that I'm turning into my mother... I hope - with all my heart - that I am.

PS - Please remind me of these lofty aspirations when - someday-  my 4-year-old is yelling & chasing the dog, my 2-year-old is permanently affixed to my leg, my newborn refuses to sleep, and I haven't showered in 3 days.  Please, remind me that I was once so ambitious.  




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