Mothering, of late, has been about as fun as toenail fungus. I hate to screw up, I hate to do wrong, I hate to disappoint, and I have been hitting all 3 out of the ballpark, daily it seems.
I read this over the past week. I adapted it for me and thought I’d share.
If I spend my days teaching my children and creating relationships with other mom’s online, but have not love, I am only a buzzing in the ears.
If I have the gift of knowing which child plugged up the bath tub and which one didn’t scoop the litter box, and if I have faith that somehow we’ll survive life’s emergences but have not love, I am nothing.
If I sell popcorn for Boy Scouts and give to the local food bank, and if I surrender my body to stretch marks, dark circles and chin whiskers, but have not love, I gain nothing.
Love is patient when someone is struggling with a math concept. It is kind when my husband has a hard day. It doesn’t envy my neighbor’s new room addition I can’t afford.
It is not rude, snapping at my husband or kiddos when things don’t go my way. It isn’t easily angered at perceived or real injustices.
It always protects the smallest, sweetest family confidences; always trusts God to provide for our needs; always hopes in the newness of tomorrow and the future of our family; always perseveres in the middle of doubt.
Where there are sleepless nights, they will l end. (Amen) Where there are ballet, Boy Scouts, and science experiments, they will cease. Where there is knowledge of baby-care trends, discipline strategies and teen problems, it will pass away.
Now these three remain: faith, lived out in my daily circumstances and instilled in my children; hope, of one day rejoicing with my family in heaven; and love, which covers over a multitude of less-than-perfect moments (of which I have many).
But the greatest of these is love. It is what remains…..long after I am gone.
May it be so. Amen and Amen!