I’ve been thinking a lot lately about parenting. About my job as a mom.
I do a lot of other things. Photography, which is fun and something I think about a lot. I spend time scrapbooking and crafting and sewing. And there are books to read and magazines to peruse. Recipes to try and cookbooks to finish. Curtains to hang and dresses to mend. Blogs I’d love to read.
But nothing is as important as being a mom. I know it internally. Am I living that?
I love this quote from President Gordon B Hinckely:
“You have nothing in this world more precious than your children. When you grow old, when your hair turns white and your body grows weary, when you are prone to sit in a rocker and meditate on the things of your life, nothing will be so important as the question of how your children have turned out. It will not be the money you have made. It will not be the cars you have owned. It will not be the large house in which you live. The searing question that will cross your mind again and again will be, How well have my children done?
If the answer is that they have done very well, then your happiness will be complete. If they have done less than well, then no other satisfaction can compensate for your loss. And so I plead with you tonight, my dear sisters. Sit down and quietly count the debits and the credits in your role as a mother. It is not too late. When all else fails, there is prayer and the promised help of the Lord to assist you in your trials. But do not delay. Start now, whether your child be six or 16.”
I have been thinking about this a lot lately. Am I putting my best foot forward for my kids? When I kneel down to pray at night and in the morning, are my children forefront in my mind? Their needs, their happiness, their concerns and troubles. Am I putting more effort and preparation and planning into my parenting as I am my photography or my baking or my crafts?
I always thought I would be blessed with piles of kids in a short amount of time. Like my mom had. But apparently that is not what God wants for me. And I’ve realized that that wouldn’t work well for me. I have needed the space between my kids.
I am not one of those women who gets to plan what month they want to have a baby, since you know, it’ll be better to have a baby in this month cause of whatever. That’s not me and it’s not my body. But that is okay. Today it is okay. Yes pregnancy is hard for me. Eli’s was, well horrific. But I know that they are more kids to come to our home. At least one more. Maybe that is all. I don’t know. I’m not sure I can BE pregnant more times that once more. (unless I get some crazy awesome pregnancy that other people experience.) I’m sure I will know when our family is complete. But that’s not the point. The point is, am I doing my best in my mothering? Am I saving the best of me for something else or for home?
I’m not sure why I am sharing all this today. Perhaps cause it has been on my mind so much lately. Perhaps I want to encourage you to be putting your best foot forward, whatever that best is. Cause everyone’s is different. And that is okay. Because we are all crafted in the Lord’s image. He made mother as on of the most important roles on this earth. And we’ve got it.
So what are we going to do with it?