I am a mother to four young souls, gifted to me by our loving Father. How He saw me fit to raise them, I don’t know…but He did. With His grace, I will love them and raise them for many joyful years.
That said, raising children isn’t easy, and raising children whom you hope to see in heaven one day as saints, well, that is a battle. Somedays I feel blessed to have the job, others I feel like I’ve been thrown under a bus. You know what I mean if you have one or eleven children. There are days that are just plain hard, when you can barely get your thoughts collected, much less do the dishes, wash the baby’s face after an attempt at self-feeding, and get dinner on the table. (When did you last wipe down that table anyway?) Thankfully, these days in my house don’t rule. The days that start with my Little Man singing as he wakes up, my passionate oldest prepping breakfast for our Little Comedian, and my sweet girl who says God calls her his Princess telling me about her prayers…those days light up my life and show me why this vocation of motherhood is amazing.
This little blog is going to be my place to ponder, share stories of the joys–First Reconciliation was a “favorite day” for the passionate Princess, cry over the pain and struggles–another day of more time spent carrying kicking and screaming kids upstairs to get a grip than actual time spent homeschooling, and to just keep these things close to my heart. Ok, I know, a blog is not like Mary’s treasuring things in her heart (Luke 2:19), but I have been pregnant and given birth–unmedicated–four times. This mama’s memory is not a steel trap, so the blog will have to suffice.
Come, read, laugh, pray for me. I hope to see these sweet little souls in heaven one day…but I have to get there first!