He snuggles up with me all ready for bed. He smells like the outdoors and grape jelly and general little boy stink. But I don’t want to interrupt this sweet moment. So I make a note that he needs a bath — tomorrow. We read books. And say our prayers. He thanks God for creating him and sister—my momma-heart melts. I love you, momma.
In these moments, five words that I’ve said thousands of times easily flow out.
And yet, it wasn’t two hours earlier that all signs of sweet Simon were missing. He purposely knocked his sister over. Lost screentime privileges. And then yelled, “I watch Masha and the Bear, and that’s that!” He trashed his room, ripped his books, and screamed and screamed. Any attempt at consoling him was met with, “You no talk to me!” and “You not the boss. Simy the boss!”
If it wasn’t for the discipline of saying it every day—multiple times a day—that sweet sentence would have been nowhere near the front of my mind.
But I took a calming breath and whispered to him. . .
The 5 Words I Say to My Son Every Day
I love being your momma.
I love being your momma. I say it over and over, again.
And I adore the way it makes his little face light up. I hope he’s remembering our many snuggles and cookies baked and books read and chairs rocked in. I hope it’s reminding him of all of the silly games we play—how we pretend we are ninja warriors and go on secret treasure hunts.
Unfortunately, our days aren’t filled only with sweet, lovey-dovey moments. There are tantrums and cleaning and laundry and wanting to take a shower by myself. There’s the sting of a little sister stealing mom’s once-upon-a-time undivided attention.
Even—or maybe, especially—in the midst of fits and piles of need-to-be-folded-and-put-away clothes that he keeps jumping into, the words get said. I want him to know that no matter how frustrated I get. No matter how many mistakes I make—countless. No matter what else is going on—those five words are true.
And while this proclamation started out as a way to remind him of my love, some days, it is as much of a reminder for me as it is for him. It’s not that I necessarily forget this is a blessed calling—one that I have prayed for and longed for. Saying that little sentence has become a restart for my mind and heart. It prompts me to pray. It reminds how important my calling as “momma” is.
Speaking my love to him compels me to act like I love being his mom, not merely talk about it. I know I feel it but does he? Does he feel and see my love for him?
I hope so. I pray so.
Because even when it’s hard, I do truly love being his mom. So I say those words, once again—
I love being your momma.
Do you have a certain saying you say to your kids? How has it impacted you and your family? I would love for you to share about in the comments.
Keep loving well, friends.
PS. . . Are we friends on Instagram? I mostly post cute pictures of my kids, how motherhood is sanctifying, and what I’m learning about God, so if you are interested in that follow me here! Below is a post from this past week that goes along with this post.
3 is bringing me to the end of myself. It’s this transition between wanting to be momma’s baby and I’m-a-big-boy-I-do-it-all-by-myself. He’s curious and adventurous and he loves making new friends. (Although, we are working on keeping our hands to ourselves.) Everything takes at least 3 times longer than before… He must do it or explore it or ask a hundred questions about it. And then there’s the tantrums… Goodness, the tantrums. But… he still loves to be rocked to sleep, and he always reminds me to pray before bed. He loves giving his sister kisses and sings her her song when she cries. (Even if he was the one who made her cry…) Being his mom is exhausting and wonderful. He keeps me young and ages me decades all in the same day. And I continuously find myself on my knees repenting and praying for more patience and kindness and energy. But, goodness, I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Not even sleep. #lifewithsimon #motherhood #motherhoodissanctifying #boymom #3yearsold
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