For my momma friends that need this tonight! Sometimes this road of motherhood isn't always easy..it's really hard but YOU CAN DO IT! Pray to God for the strength, courage, love, passion, determination, motivation and faith that you need to finish this race all the way through! What a blessing and an awesome responsibility to be a mother! I believe it is my calling and God's will for my life to be a wife and mother. I will strive to give it my all....for them and for Him!! Th...ank you Lord, for my precious children, the two I have here with me, the one who you hold in your arms tonight, and the ones that may come......I stand in awe of Your mighty works in my life and I stand in awe of You! I AM BLESSED! Rest and take peace, weary friend and mother, in knowing that He loves you and is watching over you tonight! I love you all and am praying for each of you!!
-Jessica

(this part is from a post from The OldSchoolHouse)
Hey Mama,
Spit and sticky junk in your hair. Dirt under your nails. Your shirt always has something smeared on it. Your lap is used for cuddling babies, but also for bigger kids who won't budge; they don't even fit there right, and hang over. And it's messy. Pants are meant to be dirtied and smudged; yours, anyway. Tears soak your shoulder and your neck is always sweaty (your sweat or theirs, or both). Eventually vomit doesn't really smell all that bad, right? You're so used to it. Wiping noses? Gross, but you're a pro.
^^That's a chapter. A chapter of your life.
And it feels like an ENTIRE lifetime, but it's not. It's a season, and that's it. Once it's gone, you're not getting it back with these same kids. They'll be adults, and the relationship will change. You'll still lend a shoulder and be there for their tears. You'll still hold their hand (maybe when she's in labor having your grandchild). They may mess up your heart instead of your shirt for a time, as they transition. But that's yet another chapter, another season to come. Good and bad, joy and pain, happiness and tears. It's a messy life. So messy.
A beautiful mess. You wouldn't trade it. It's yours and you fiercely defend it.
No one promised a perfect family live. No one offered you children who never mess up. No one said every slot would be filled with the right sized slate. Because that would not be reality. And you are a real kinda Mama. Transparent. Genuine. Realistic. Human. Alive. Willing. Available. Never leaving these kids. Never taking for granted what the Lord has given you - Motherhood.
That's you. A true blue Mother. And His hand is on your head tonight.