"Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up." Galatians 6:9
Life as a mom is busy, isn't it? Work. Car lines. Taxi cab. Soccer practice. Homework helper. Homeschool mommy. Chef. Dry cleaner. Maid...you know the list goes on. And in the midst of it all, you're trying to raise a little one.
Trying to make the right decisions on behavior, what they read, who they hang out with, when to say "yes" and when to say "no", it all can just become one big drain. There are plenty of kisses and hugs, but there are also days where you are their least favorite person. Where tantrums, eye rolls, huffs, and sarcastic comments abound along with tears--from both of you. You simply want to lay your head down and give in, give up.
But we can't. See, we're planting seeds in their life. Watering them and caring for them. Feeding them, and I'm not simply talking their veggies. It's messy and tiring, but it's what needs to be done for a harvest. Think about a farmer. Think about not only the dirt and grime they accumulate when getting their crop ready but how tired they are. The long days and nights without anything to show until slowly, they see a little green peeking above the ground.
It can still be covered by dirt on a windy day, but it's there. And it starts to grow. The harvest, however, won't come unless that farmer continues to care for it.
And that's us. Like that farmer, we must continue caring for our seeds. We cannot grow weary in doing good for our children. Tired, for sure, but not so weary that we give up. Not if we want to see the harvest of their life grown strong for God. It won't happen overnight. Many days it'll feel like what we're doing makes no difference. But it does.
Every time we discipline in love. Every tough "no" we have to say. Every responsibility we issue that meets an eye roll. Every thing we have to take away because we know it cannot be in their life. And yes, every laugh and hug...it all counts.
So keep on doing good, mama. For at the proper time you will reap a harvest sweeter than anything else ever planted.
What do you do to combat the mommy-weariness you sometimes feel?