When You Wonder If Mothering Is Enough

It is so hard not to become discouraged with the constant flow of mess and pick up. To not become discouraged that our work seems fruitless, knowing picking up only leads to having to do it again tomorrow. Where is the fulfillment?

It is so hard not to become discouraged with the constant flow of mess and pick up. To not become discouraged that our work seems fruitless, knowing picking up only leads to having to do it again tomorrow.

Where is the fulfillment? Where is the satisfaction in completed work that seems to never be completed? In all the doing it seems as if nothing is getting done.

Where is joy? How does a mother set her hand to plow a field which never stops growing? When the work only piles high with each plow? Is joy found in her measurement of the completion of tasks?

Joy and passion are difficult to find when the days seem to have no end to the work before us; when the cycle encases us in mockery. 

"You could be doing something much more useful and impactful with your life than merely laundry and bathrooms. Why are you wasting it?"

Lies. All lies. Studies have proven over and over again how crucial it is for a child to have a mother who is present. That's not to say working moms can't be present...but for both the stay at home mom and the working mom, there lies a danger in completely missing it.

We could take our days home with our children for granted, or we could disengage as we are focused on our work outside the home. 

What if the goal isn't the completion of the day's tasks? What if we set our sights on something greater than what we merely work with our hands? How can we invite the supernatural into the natural?

We must refocus our thinking and be aware of how we might include the holy into what is wholly mundane. The rhythmical ticking of our days to the shaping of souls under our care. There is beauty in routine and it lays a strong foundation for our children. 

It's like the pulsing heart--the heart's constant beating pumps blood through our veins. Our days hammer down on us, but their consistency is what pumps the life of God into our children. It must remain a constant for it to continue to give life.

There must be more then the living in and out of our days for merely ourselves. It is no longer I serving my family, but it is my family as a whole--who are we serving?

I must call on the nearness of God and walk in the path He has for me as a mother. I need to trust that where He has me in this season is where I need to be -- even if that means scrubbing toilets 5,038 times. Ever notice how using someone else's bathroom when it's sparkling clean puts you at ease? It's not a waste!

The constant cleaning is merely a byproduct of the greatest responsibility a mother has--the soul-nurturing of her children.

The season of motherhood is so crucial that to not nurture it is to neglect it. If we have children whom we're not nurturing and taking special care to lead them to Christ daily, do we not risk them to separation from God? What does God say of such people?

"Whoever causes one of these little ones who believe to stumble, it would be better for him if, with a heavy millstone hung around his neck, he had been cast into the sea." Mark 9:42 {NASB}

Sometimes as a mother who feels confined to home, I wonder if what I do is really enough for the Kingdom. But He reminds me...

...if I fail to lead my children to Christ, I fail. God has specifically entrusted to me 5 little souls who know nothing of the world or of God unless I teach them.

So the next time you wonder if the constant cleaning and teaching and correcting is really worth it, remember the great calling you have been given as a mother. We cannot lead people to Christ outside our home if we cannot first do it inside our home.

There will always be something left undone at the end of the day. It's ok to let it go. Rest in the peace God has for you because He wants you to rest. Do not worry about tomorrow. 

There is beauty in routine and it lays a strong foundation for our children. -Christin Slade