Moms, the ones who…

To the ones who do the dirty work.  The messy work.  The tired work.  The dishes and laundry and toilets and floors.  The work that doesn’t get noticed unless it doesn’t get done.

To the ones who make things better.  With hands that wipe tears and noses.  Arms that provide security and comfort.  With faces that reassure, and kisses that heal.  With eyes that see what’s really wrong and the heart that knows just what to say…or not to say.

To the ones who have lost sleep.  Sleep lost to sick children.  Lost to big storms and bad dreams.  Sleep lost to worry.

To the ones who have lost.  Clinging to memories made and wishing there would have been many more.  Yearning for the day you’ll meet again on streets of gold

To the ones who are on their knees in prayer.  Begging for a cure, an answer, a bit of good news.  Seeking wisdom, asking forgiveness, finding comfort.

To the ones who love. so. hard.  Putting your people first always.  Playing, feeding, nurturing, giving.  Making sure they have what they need while your coffees and your dinners grow cold.

To the ones who discipline.  Teaching them wrong from right and that choices have consequences.  Saying what you mean and meaning what you say.  Explaining again, why there’s another time-out, again for the same offense.  Putting in the hard work that’s required for turning selfish and naughty into kind and responsible.

To the ones who disciple.  Leading by example.  Pointing to the Word.  Leaning on Jesus.  Issuing grace, patience, forgiveness.

To you, mother, mama, mom…

You have a huge job.  And you do it day in and day out.  And you do it well.  And while they may not say it, they do see it.  And they adore you.  They admire you.  You are the one.

Happy Mothers Day.