What’s Your Mom’s Hobby?

I’ve been trying to figure out what to write about Mother’s Day because – I hope you know this – it’s on Sunday. And it’s going to be crazy in the wazoo. At least in my neck of the woods city because I have to: confirm the performances, remind Ms. J to buy the flowers, coordinate with the Sunday School teachers about their crafts (the kids make craft gifts for their moms), make the presentation line-up, and oh yeah, start editing the video. And come Sunday morning, emcee. And you know what else, there’s a guest preacher. And I want everything to just. go. smoothly.

Maybe because I’m single and I “have time” to make things go smoothly. Maybe because I’m the kidmin director and I “have to” make things go smoothly. Maybe because I want to be a mama one day and you sow what you reap 🙂 Or maybe because of what happened last year. But I have a never ending growing to-do list that started on Easter and will end after VBS this summer.

And I think I’m thought out at the moment. I don’t have anything profound to say about motherhood.

Except…

…and this won’t be profound, like I led you to believe I had nothing to say and then say something so Twitter worthy…

Thank you.

Thank you to all the mamas out there for everything you do.

That video I need to edit is a compilation of interviews with kids and teens about their moms. I asked questions like: what’s your mom’s hobby, and if money is no object, where would your mom go or what would she do.

Cleaning. Laundry. Dishes. Cooking.

Those were the hobbies of mommies in our church apparently.

Go to the Philippines to help her family is where the mommies would go and what they would do if money didn’t matter.

It’s hilarious, and eye-opening.

Mommies are women, too, and if I had to guess, their hobbies would be as far and different as any non-mommy out there. Watch movies. Run. Take photographs. Knit. Shop. Hike. Blog. Vlog. Read.

And if she can go anywhere and do anything, maybe she would help out the less fortunate, but perhaps she’d also travel the world and see the places that fuel her inner romantic. Paris. Rome. Venice. Sydney.

But we’re talking about Mommy. And Mommy cleans, cooks, does the laundry and the dishes. She would help the poor because Mommy likes to help people. Oh and she can’t be any older than 30 because 30 is soooo old. Mommy can’t be old because she’ll be around forever.

Mothers do so many mommy things that it’s what we see about her. She’s invincible Super Mama, and for that we thank you.

Oh I know you’re not Super Mamas, and you don’t have to be. You don’t need to do it all, be it all. You can simply lean on God. Accept His grace-filled, ever loving, faithful embraces. Rest in Him. Depend on Him.

I know you’re not Super Mama. You know it. Other bloggers or blog readers know it. But kids don’t. Not always. And that’s a testament to all that you do. Even if you feel inadequate, even if your home is imperfect, even if you lose your temper, and even if you never make Pinterest-worthy dinners, you’re a Super Mama in their eyes because you love. Expressed in meals, clean houses, and non-altruistic desires, you show your love. And that’s all a mama’s got to do to be super.

So thank you.