I am a mother. Some days are long and hard. I spend the day:
Cooking, cleaning,
caring
Dressing, dusting,
driving,
Loving, listening,
learning,
Hugging, helping,
hearing.
Each day I am constantly caring for others. Night comes and the house is quiet, but
random toys still need to be picked up, a few stray dishes are left in the
sink, and crumbs still litter the floor.
As the mother who has so busily worked throughout the day I am
tired, exhausted, and long for someone to wrap their arms around me, look me in
the eye, and say,
“You did a great job today, you:
Cooked, cleaned,
cared,
Dressed, dusted,
drove,
Loved, listened,
learned,
Hugged, helped,
heard."
As a mother we seldom have someone wrap their arms around
us and recognize what a great job we have done in our daily work; but as I fall
on my knees at night I can’t help but feel that we do have a Father in Heaven
who is thankful and knows the effort it has taken to
Cook, clean, care,
Dress, dust, drive,
Love, listen, learn,
Hug, help, hear.
Someday I will be in Heavenly Father's arms again and I will feel his
infinite love and know that in my simple daily acts as a mother I was able to
pass his love to the children that he has allowed me to care for.
But for now, I will feel hugs from Heaven in my heart.
