Today marks seven years since my mom passed away.
I usually take this day to go away. To spend time alone and do things my mom liked to do. I read and relax, I go to places we liked to eat at. I do a little shopping.
But this year, I’ve got two kids and we live 300 miles from our family, which means no babysitters. So I’m spending the day with my little ones, waiting for my hubby to come home, and hosting my women’s Bible Study at our house tonight.
On the outside, it looks like a normal day. Not much is different than yesterday, really.
I think maybe that’s okay.
I think maybe it’s better than okay.
I think maybe the thing my mom would have liked the most is to watch me raise my kids. She would have loved to be a part of their lives, and spoil the heck out of them. I think maybe, when it comes down to it, she’d rather be here than out reading, relaxing, and shopping.
I’m going to try to honor her today by being the best mom I can be. I’m going to bake with Emmy, and rock Nathan a little longer than I need to. I’m going to read an extra book before naptime, and play outside.
I’m going to enjoy my kids.
The thing about motherhood is that in the midst of the exhausting and the draining, there is joy to be found in the simple fact that you’re there to be exhausted and drained. I get to be the one to raise my kids, I get to be the one to discipline, to praise, to kiss, and to cuddle.
I get to be here. That alone is a gift. I pray I get longer with my kids than my mom did with us, but even if I don’t, I’m determined to cherish the moments I’ve got.
Today, I will enjoy my kids. I think my momma would have, too.