Motherhood Matters.  It is what I am right now.  I am important, I am valuable.  What I do counts for eternity.  God has a job for me to do.  I am a MOTHER.  Lord, help me to keep my focus.  Help me to mother my children as unto you and for your glory.  Help me to count my blessings, I have so many.

“For life is short, the years rush past.  A little boy grows up so fast.  No longer is he at your side, His precious secrets to confide.  The picture books are put away.  There are no more games to play.  No goodnight kiss, no prayers to hear–That all belongs to yesteryear.  My hands once busy now lie still.  The days are long and hard to fill.  I wish I might go back and do the little things you asked me to.” ~ Anonymous

“Everyone knows that a good mother gives her children a feeling of trust and stability.  She is the one they can count on for the things that matter most of all.  She is their food and their bed and their extra blanket when it grows cold in the night; she is the one they want to be near when they cry.  She is the only person in the whole world, or in a whole lifetime, who can be these things to her children.  There is no substitute for her.  Somehow even her clothes feel different to her children’s hands from anybody else’s clothes.  Only to touch her skirt or her sleeve makes a troubled child feel better.”

         “Each day I love you more. . . . . today more than yesterday. . . And less than tomorrow.”  Rosemond Gerard

There are little eyes upon you
and they’re watching night and day.
There are little ears that quickly
take in every word you say.
There are little hands all eager
to do everything you do;
And a little boy who’s dreaming
of they day he’ll be like you.

You’re the little fellow’s idol,
you’re the wisest of the wise.
In his little mind about you
so suspicions ever rise.
He believes in you devoutly,
holds all that you say and do;
He will say and do, in your way,
when he’s grown up like you.

There’s a wide-eyed little fellow
who believes you’re always right;
And his eyes are always opened,
and he watches day and night.
You are setting an example
every day in all you do,
For the little boy who’s waiting
to grow up to be like you.

“Jacob’s half grown!”  ~ remarked my Mom, innocently, not knowing the pain I would feel. . . . . .It keeps ringing in my ears!  It can’t be . . .   My firstborn. . . . I know him so well. . . .everything he’s done since he was born was and still is such a new, exciting thing for me as a mother.  It is bittersweet to think that his first 9 years have quickly come and gone and that surely the next 9 years will, as well.  There are so many hopes and dreams I have for each of my children.  God, give me the faith to journey on.

Yesterday I found a fingernail in the toaster,
today the dryer yields just seven socks.
Ah, mysteries of life:
Whence fingernails?
Where socks?
Where are the mates?
And why not six or eight?

I long to search for Holy Grails
Or even joust at windmills. . . . .
Instead, I rewash glasses
Left less than spot-free
By eager childish hands
And hang sheets out on windy days
And never do catch sight
of one brave armored knight.

But when a little boy thanks God at night
For “the best mommy in the world”-
Strange windmills lose their charm
And I’m content
to fetch a grail of water
before he goes to sleep.
Quintote, wait another year!
I still am needed here.

by Joy Jacobs