Your Finest Hour

This year has been rough. The past two years, actually. I don't have to tell you, you already know that. Pandemic, right? Work from home if you're lucky, or unemployed. Kids home all day, spouse too. Worries about having enough, dealing with sickness when sickness is so scary . And mamas, we worry anyway, don't we? All the time. All those late nights holding babies, then working the next day. Going all day after a sleepless night, preparing dinner or ordering pizza, washing those uniforms for the next day when all we want is sleep. Finding time to actually talk to our spouse. Putting all we have into all we do. Calling mom and dad to see how they are, finding time for a drink with the hubs before bed. And then, after all of that, you wake up at 2 am to hear crying. One of your littles is sick. This requires you, mama. So you hold and clean and comfort and rock and reassure. And know the whole time that you will be exhausted the next day, wondering while you're rocking, will I have to call off ? Can I still work?" It's so much, isn't it? What if I told you this is your finest hour? That moment you change a life? The exact moment in time you show another human being just exactly what love in action looks like? That moment that a person realizes, "Hey! I'm worth something! I am worthy of love!" Because guess what? That's what we do . We spend our lives showing others just how worthy they are of love, and attention, amd time. This is it mamas. This? Is your finest hour.