Musings on Mother's Day

It's hard to believe, but I've been a mother for almost 32 years. It's the job you never retire from and you really can't resign either, although there were a few days it crossed my mind. My own mother has had the title for over 50 years and she'll tell you that although the job description changes some over time, it's a job you have for life. So would I change anything? Not a chance.

This weekend I enjoyed being a mom and grandmother. Our youngest daughter set her wedding date and we talked about music, her dress, the reception, and all those exciting things that go into putting the biggest event of your life into place. Today I talked with our oldest daughter and grandsons. I'm grateful to be past raising small children, but exceptionally thankful for grandchildren. As the saying goes, they're the reward for not killing your children. Now it was never that bad, but there's nothing like grandchildren. They are a great reward and it's fun watching them discover the world around them. You enjoy a relationship that's totally unique from raising your own children and a little less stressful. You also get get another opportunity to be cool and interesting. Yes it's for a short time, but I'll take what I can get.

So as I reflect on this day, here are the things I'm most richly blessed with: the heritage of godly grandmothers, a godly mother, and two beautiful daughters who are committed to following Christ. Megan who wears many hats, wife, mother, and pharmaceutical rep. Emily who waits for her faraway fighter pilot fiancée while making plans for a wedding next May as she balances the demands of her job as a radiation therapist. I'm also thankful for the men who have made commitments to them—Steve and Chris.

Now as I sit on the patio and enjoy watching sun set behind the Huachucas with my husband this evening, I can say without reservation it was a great Mother's Day. These are the rich days of being a mom, less day to day responsibility, but more time spent in prayer, and the blessing of seeing God work out His purposes in their lives as He continues to work in mine.

Happy Mother's Day!

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