Mothers unite. Nose wipers, boo boo kissers and diaper changers. The washers of dishes, folders of laundry and meal makers. The bread winners who work the day shift and then walk the night shift, hours upon hours up and down the floor. Fielding night terrors and office politics like pros, all the while wondering if they are good at either one.Some of us have equal partners that help keeps us from flying off the world, others go it alone. Heroes in their solitary determination.
But none of us is alone. We are surrounded by other women. But we don’t always see each other. Sometimes because we think we don’t do it right, and we don’t need anyone else to point it out. Or we have our blinders on; trying to keep the kids fed and clothed and into bed at a reasonable hour. We can’t see beyond the trenches, our eyes down trying to make it through another day.
So let us unite. Lift up our eyes and see those who labor around us. The bouncers of living room brawls and chauffeurs of pint size socialites. Let us pull together, not be afraid to ask for help and, above all, encourage and pray for each other as we attempt this difficult but amazing journey of motherhood.
Day 2
View: My Life as a Landscape
Day 18
Taste and See That the Lord is Good
Day 20
Pursuing Peace, Expecting Joy