What I Really Want For Mother’s Day

In case you were unaware, Mother’s Day is this weekend. My social media accounts are flooded with posts about Mother’s Day crafts, spa give-a-ways, and memes stating things like “all I want is to sleep in.”

These are all nice items, of course, and a part of me would enjoy them. I truly love homemade gifts from my kids because they are unique and special. I love receiving cards and chocolates and even flowers from my kids. The days leading up to Mother’s Day are always so entertaining as the kids try to keep their plans a secret and encourage Daddy to take them to the store for the perfect gift for Mother’s Day.

But as nice, and special, and loving as these things are, they aren’t what I really want.

What I want most is for my children to rise up and call me blessed.

Proverbs Moms

I love the Proverbs 31 woman. She is kind, patient, valued by her family, and busy. She cares for her home in every possible way. Verses 10-31 speak to what she does day-to-day, and sometimes it’s exhausting.

But it gives me hope as I look at her as the blueprint of what I am to try to achieve.

Do I get it all every day? Absolutely not. Some days are better than others. And some days are worse. Each day, though, is a new chance to try.

A new chance to do better, learn from yesterday, and grow more in patience and kindness. A new opportunity to attempt to live up to the proverbial virtuous woman tucked at the end of the book of Proverbs.

And then, of course, there is the Proverbs 14 woman. She’s a bit lesser known, and there is significantly less written about her.

However, she can help us become wise women and virtuous mothers… if we heed the lesson.

This Mother’s Day

This Mother’s Day, I know I will get a few things from the kids, and I do know how lucky I am. My six-year-old has already been busy working on a jewelry box made of popsicle sticks and some flowers he brought home. My oldest daughter has already requested that I withdraw some money from her savings account and told me that she needs her dad to take her to the store. And I love it. I truly do. Watching them sneak and plan things, all the while thinking I have no clue, makes my heart leap with joy. And on Sunday morning, I will wake up and be surprised.  Because they try. They try so hard, and it’s absolutely adorable to watch.

But I will also keep trying. Keep trying to be better. Better at being their Mom, guiding them through life, running this house. I will keep working on myself as they grow because just as they change, I need to as well. I am not the same mother I was thirteen years ago when the oldest was born, just as he is not the same.

I just hope that one day, my children will remember that I tried. Tried to be the best Mom I could be for them. And that they will be able to say I was good enough at this mom thing to call me blessed.

Because I know that I am blessed to be their Mom.