Have you ever heard the jokes about the difference in parenting the first kid to the third kid? Well I am the fifth kid. I am the kid who ate the dirt… or worse. I have two sisters and two brothers and there is 11 years from the oldest to me. As a parent who worked multiple jobs I’m sure it made for a busy household.
I am now a mother of four beautiful children who I adore. They make my household very busy and they keep me on my toes. Although they are wonderful, there is only a 5 1/2 year gap in these four little monkeys and there is always something to clean, someone to head to timeout and a spill to wipe. They are my life though. Thankfully I am able to do this as a stay at home parent.
When my oldest was a newborn I had him laying on my bed one morning while I folded laundry. The sun was coming in through the window and it was shining on his little body. He was wiggling his legs and I was singing to him. It is a perfect memory in my mind. It was that moment that I realized that I was once a baby and my mom was probably doing the exact same thing one sunny day many years ago. That was the first time I realized how much she loved me.
I am blessed to be visiting her this week. She is an amazing person. Last week was her birthday and she turned 58. There are more lines on her face but at the same time there are more smiles and laughter. There is a joy there that wasn’t always around when I was younger. She spends her time now focusing on Jesus. Mom and her husband run four bible studies every week along with coordinating their church on Sunday. She exhausts me but I can see how Jesus works in her life.
I watched her on Saturday evening make soup, lasagne, meatballs, date loaf, carrot cake, fruit salad, grapes with cream cheese mixed in, cucumbers in a vinaigrette sauce, and more but there was so much that I can’t even remember it all. She did it all because after church they would all eat lunch together and she does this every single Saturday. Then on Tuesday she takes the leftovers from Sunday, freshens them all up and adds another dish here or there to feed their entire Bible Study group for supper Tuesday evening. I have never seen anything like it.
She loves with a passion. She loves Jesus first and her family second. If you start speaking about scripture you better come prepared because that passion comes out in the conversation. She has thankfully learned to tone it down for those of us who are not yet scholars though.
I have thought about her a lot since getting here a week ago. I watch how she patiently answers my children’s millions of questions and encourages them to learn. I don’t know how but she keeps producing clean clothes for us all before I even realize that she has collected the dirty pile. She has gotten up with my son every morning since we have arrived and brought him out to feed the chickens and never complained once about the early morning wake up or about it taking her twice as long to do the chickens when he is with her.
She is an amazing mom. She makes me proud. I’m so thankful for the relationship we have. It’s not always easy to adjust from parent to friend but I think we have done well with it.
Happy Birthday mom! Even if this blog is a week late!