Over the past week, I have planned and cooked meals, scrubbed toilets, purchased white string cheese for one child and orange string cheese for another, ordered more tissues and dish soap to arrive on my doorstep, and vacuumed up dog hair under the table.
I’ve changed my kids closets over for both size and seasons; today I’m diving into the shoes to do the same. I’ve restocked the shower with body wash and distributed toilet paper to all the various empty rolls. I’ve wiped counters and cleared the table in one fell swoop. I’ve prayed with and for my kids and tucked little curls behind little ears at night — both ears, not just one, because I know she likes it tucked behind both.
I’ve brushed and wiggled teeth and hollered for hands to be washed (I don’t need to see them to know they’re dirty). I’ve helped with math and texted pictures to Grandma. I’ve tossed favorite T-shirts into the washing machine and poured water in the dog’s bowl. I’ve watered the preschool plant project and moved it into the sunshine to try and keep it alive another day.
All in a week. A typical, run-of-the-mill week. Extraordinary all mixed up with the mundane.
As a mother and woman, I constantly perform acts of tiny service that go unseen. All day, every day. The bittiest of details, done with barely a thought. Just thirty-seven years into being a woman and eight years into mothering, I’m still learning these are finely tuned, carefully honed skills and marks of the craft.
And because you are a woman and a mother in your own unique way, I know you likely do the same.
We are the managers of the minutiae, keepers of the details that make a home run and hearts sing, whether that home is a small apartment with roommates or farm house with kids and chickens running wild. We are the knowers of small things, of favorites and things not-so-loved. We can read a heart in one glance. We can heal with a hug. We can calm with a word. We are the hosts of each other, the middle-of-the-night texters, the hearts that reach out when we feel a friend needs us.
Moms, caretakers, grandmas, babysitters, teachers . . . we are all a mother of sorts, and as such, we are the unseen do-ers. We are the people of hidden service, who have learned to do things swiftly and silently in a second-nature sort of way. At times, that has rendered me feeling powerless and small. Unimportant and unimpressive. Even though I know that if I disappeared, tasks would be left undone (Hello, favorite T-shirt going unwashed. Hi, dog hair un-vacuumed for a week.) and all the things I set in place could fall apart, it’s easy to throw an “I don’t matter” pity party for myself. It’s easy for me to look to my husband, kids, co-workers, roommates, or friends for affirmation that may never come.
It’s a good thing we have a God who adores and affirms women.
We have a God who appeared first to women after rising, who believes in women and has used their hands throughout history to do His good work, who sees us — both as we are and as we will be.
We have a God who sees motherhood as a valuable calling and in His wisdom gifts us individually to mother others in the place we are. Each and every one of those invisible tasks is seen, etched in His mind as He delights in you.
“For the Lord your God is living among you.
He is a mighty savior.
He will take delight in you with gladness.
With his love, he will calm all your fears.
He will rejoice over you with joyful songs.”
Zephaniah 3:17 (NLT)
He. Delights. In. You.
Yep, you. You, who are a weary mother. You, who are not a mom to children of your blood. You, in the office cubicle. You, who diligently serves on the behind-the-scenes committees at church. You, who texts your friends to check in. You, who hasn’t had an evening to herself in way, way too long. You, who loves being a mom. You, the woman who maintains countless unseen tasks, holds things together (sometimes by a thread) and balances plates like a boss.
You are beloved to Him. God delights in His daughters. The end.
As kids, my own mom used to tell us, “I am woman. Hear me roar!” as she tarred the driveway, hung sheetrock in the basement, juggled our schedules and her jobs, and tenderly cared for her parents, her family, and her friends.
May we roar. May we celebrate our sisters and friends as they find their own roars. And may we feel the glow of love from our God who adores us and who sees every tiny act of service.
AMEN! I am woman, hear me roar indeed. It has been a mantra for many years. And even though I am in my 70s, I am widowed, and my children are in different states, I still am mothering -at church and in the community . This week I picked up medication for one neighbor, drove down the road and tied shoelaces for another who has vertigo, filled her hummingbird feeder, carried packages for another as I volunteered at the church thrift shop, and on and on. I love thinking of being God’s daughter. And that my sisters are many. No matter where we all are on this journey, it is reassuring we all share in experiences and that we are loved by our Creator.
Thank you for this affirming post! I also am woman! Also in my 70s……God has gifted me with the gifts and I delight in utilizing them to Model Christ’s Love over and over ….when I get discouraged and fatigued he blesses me and stands me back up and sends me “back into the “ring of life” to win another round . You so well describe the cycle. Our days , our challenges both large and small.
Dear Anna………..I was touched by your devotion today on Sunday of a very important holiday weekend that we need to not just look at it as a day off, but by the true meaning of Memorial. I am in my late 70’s and lived through the Vietnam War. Our high school friends from the day lost so many in that war and we were so very upset by that because they were men that we knew personally. My ex-husband and I have a very close friend who was there, but when we would ask him about it, he was silent. I don’t think he wanted to scare us and my own father was in WW11 stationed in London England during that terrible Blitzkrieg when the Nazis were just continually bombing. I used to ask Daddy what it was like and he to went silent. The only thing he would tell me is they used to dread the sound of the alarm where they had to run to the nearest bomb shelter. All of my other uncles were just the same. When we had family gatherings, the men would go to the basement to talk about the war and told everyone else, not to come down. You probably know about my story and holidays hit me hard. My son and daughter-in-law have not spoken to me in 5 years now and my now 15 year old grandson has not been seen or talked to me for all these years. It breaks my heart to think how they have brainwashed him about me and yet in my revised will, I have left half of it to my church and the other half to my grandson, but I have no way to contact him and explain what he will have to do. I have written him a long letter and placed it into a safety deposit box with orders not to allow his parents are not to get it. Only my grandson. I am alone which frightens me, but then I remember that God is always with me along with my Holy Spirit and Jesus. Now I know that your devotionals are geared towards Mom’s which I cannot take that title anymore; however, when I read your words from above, ” You are beloved to Him. God delights in His daughters. The End”. A smile came on my face as sometimes I need to remember that. My Holy Spirit constantly whispers to me and helps keep my head lifted up. So, Anna, thank you for your words and I have HOPE that is my word for May, that Jesus and the Lord are working behind the scenes and something will finally come that is beautiful as He promised me. I need to be more patient, but it was 5 years in April that I have been praying and asking for help. Anna, I wish you and your family a Blessed weekend and always remember how much you mean to me. I am starting the book, 100 Days of Strength in Any Struggle for the 3rd time. Journaling helps me a great deal and I was surprised how my perspective and words were so different the 2nd time from the first time. I am excited to see how or if the 3rd time changes again. I think it will thanks to you and (incourage). Love, Betsy Basile
Anna,
Amen and amen dear sister I. Christ and fellow momma!
Sending you memorial weekend joy, Lisa
Thank Jennifer.
Sending you joy this Memorial Day!
Lisa
Amen, this reading came right on time. God is faithful and on time. Thank you Jesus!