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The Beauty of Motherhood

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A body weary from early mornings, late nights and countless laps around the house holding small hands clinging to security.

Hair tussled from taking time each morning to carefully quaff and style everyone else’s.

Re-wearing the same jeans. Again. Because uniforms come first.

A cup of coffee reheated in the microwave. Again. From breakfast. And now it’s 8pm.

Sleep-warm cheeks nuzzled into my neck, and wiggly body pressed to mine.

Sleepy prayers whispered from toy-laden pillows. Prayers for rainbows and sunshine and the puppy next door.

Cold fingers gripping mine under a fleece blanket, curled up on the couch.

The feel of the smooth skin of youth on my fingers as I fulfill the familiar request: Mommy, will you please scratch my back.

The sound of feetie-jammie clad feet puttering down the stairs in the dark hours of a cold morning.

The sweet, slightly food-muffled sound of a child’s voice: Thanks for cookin’, Mom.

A small pair of hands working diligently, carefully, next to mine to prepare a wholesome meal.

The crazy spastic flapping of arms in a crib at the sight of my face entering the room.

Milky grins.

A toothy grin from the baby.

A toothless grin from the 7 year old.

Dimples galore.

The strong yet tender arm of the man I love wrapping around me, even after a day when I wouldn’t want to come near me.

Three sets of blue eyes, shining and dancing as they play together.

The deep sense of satisfaction at the end of a day well lived. And the comforting wave of mercy extended after a day best forgotten.

Disclaimer: This post was written after a week of seeing anything but the beauty of motherhood. They say (whoever they are) that feeling follows action. This was my action.


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16 Responses to “The Beauty of Motherhood”

  1. I also find myself on the same cup of coffe at 8pm that I made at 8am. Microwaved half a dozen times. It makes me laugh every time. And yes, the smell of my daughter’s milky breath always makes everything better too. We all have bad weeks, this is beautiful.

  2. Thank you for linking up today. I too believe that thoughts and words spoken have a powerful influence on our body. Beautiful post!

  3. momto8blog says:

    so worth the effort isn’t it?!

  4. Sarah Koci Scheilz says:

    Sweet observations and beautiful moments! I’m not a mom, but I celebrate those who are. Especially liked it in light of your disclaimer. You’re doing great work!

  5. Kristina says:

    Jen! What a beautiful post. Keep up the amazingness of being a mommy. It truly is the most tiring and best job in the world!

    Thanks for your commitment to commit2write.

  6. Alysha says:

    I love the line… “A wave of mercy after a day best forgotten” Oh Do I need it some days. Beautifully written. =)

  7. i stopped by after reading this on some girls website. loved it! reminded me of the demanding days of motherhood when they were so young! now my 3 daughters are grown and have their own children! the time has flown. You will be amazed how fast it goes:)

  8. Kasey says:

    This sums it all up in a way that brings tears to my eyes. These years are so fleeting. It is easy to be run down and exhausted by what the life of a mother demands, and miss so many of the little moments. This is a precious reminder of what is at the core of the experience. Thank you so much for taking the time to link it up! Have a wonderful weekend!

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