A life of Service
By the world's definition a life of service may not seem so glamorous. Too often I think we are told that we "deserve" to be served rather than to serve others. I disagree. Strongly. How honored I am to be placed in the role of servicing those who I love. We as moms are so very blessed. Thats not to say that it is always an easy thing to do, but today I tried to concentrate on the rewards of my service to my family.
As I rocked my sweet Ashley I was richly rewarded. How amazing to feel her tiny heartbeat against my chest. She had relaxed and curled into me and I stopped and just enjoyed each beat of her heart. The smell of her freshly shampooed hair was delicious and the way her baby soft skin felt overwhelmed me. To be honest, yesterday was hard. I tried so hard to soothe the aches of this tiny baby for so many hours that when I woke this morning the muscles in my legs and hips burned. They still hurt as I sit here tonight. Talk about service. I joked with my friends last night that I must have had a spring installed when I wasn't looking, but the reward is so very sweet and satisfying. I am blessed to have this opportunity.
When I consider all the times I get to serve my beautiful Allison Brooke the service pales in comparison to the reward. Our friendship blesses my heart. To feel her little hand reach out to hold on to mine as we walk. I love that she wants to just "touch" me. She lays awake each night waiting for our time together. Sitting on her bed, listening to her prayers, kissing her forehead as she drifts off to sleep. Priceless are the rewards I am given in return for my service as her mommy. I will gladly make hundreds of grilled cheese sandwiches, brush thousands of strands of her hair, and wipe the many tears that fall onto her cheeks(because she is nine and nine year old girls are VERY emotional!) during these years.
My son. Serving this child is a joy. From the moment he was born and I became a mom I have been so blessed. Washing the many uniforms, packing his equipment, rubbing those smelly feet. All in return for the most beautiful words I have ever heard, "I love you more than chocolate chip cookies mom!" What a reward! Feeling his arms wrapped around me as he passes by and stops to give me hug. Crowding behind me on the couch to watch a baseball game together. Answering the phone while I am 700 miles away to hear, "How are you mom, this is Blake. I'm just wondering how you and Ashley Kate are today?"
A life of service? Is it daunting? Is it demeaning? Absolutely Not! It is a blessed role I have been chosen to play in this life. A life of service is an honor not a burden. These are just a few of the rewards I receive for my service as their mom. I couldn't imagine a better life. Ask me this question: Would you rather be served or would you rather serve others? I would gladly say, "Sign me up for a life of service. Nothing could be more satisfying."