When warrior moms get weary
“God could not be everywhere at once, so he gave each child a mother.” -
Moms. We are moms. We are warrior moms. United forever by the tight
bonds of motherhood, we share this journey that we hold dear. There are
things we universally understand, about this amazing gift of motherhood.
That very word, ‘Mom’, breathes certain unique characteristics, able to
transcend our differences, beautifully describing one who gives beyond
herself, one who loves greater than she ever dreamed possible.
We are boy moms. We raise warriors. Brave, true, loyal, kind, loving
warriors. We live and breathe all things boy. We are familiar with dirt,
noise, and finding rocks in the dryer. We’ve been chased by lizards,
worms, and water balloons. We’ve learned about cars, trains, sports, and
how to shoot off a rocket.
know how to throw balls, run fast enough to catch a speeding toddler,
bait a hook, and cheer loudest for these precious souls who hold our
hearts. We’ve stepped on Legos in the dark and wondered if we would
survive the pain. We’ve fed cheerios to Batman, been rescued by
Spiderman, and have sent a few villains to time out, all in one big,
We’re crazy about our boys and some days, we wonder how our hearts
don’t just break wide open in the midst of such huge love.
We are girl moms. We raise warriors. Brave, true, loyal, kind, loving
warriors. We live and breathe all things girl. We are familiar with
sparkles, sequins, and things that shine. We’ve played with dolls and
teddy bears, and thrown balls in click clacking dress up shoes.
We’ve rode bikes with cowgirls who wear pink hats and boots. We’ve
had tea with a princess, face painted kitty cat faces on giggly girls,
and barely survived the drama of “I don’t want to wear that today.”
We’ve listened to countless stories of girlfriends, what she said, he
said, and sang every word to Frozen more times than we could ever count.
We know the true pain of a bad hair day, and understand the trauma of
finding hair, chopped clean, from our daughter’s own head, long
beautiful strands lying on the floor, right next to the safety scissors.
We’ve danced in the living room, twirled and swirled, baked cupcakes,
and licked the bowl clean. We’ve caught lady bugs, picked flowers, and
dreamed up at the stars, all in one big, adventurous day.
We’ve learned the true meaning of ‘fancy’, and also learned the true
meaning of love. Fancy hearts so full, we wonder how we can contain it
all, in the midst of such huge love.
Moms, we are warriors. Brave, true, loyal, kind, loving warriors. We
work, we nurture, we help, we teach, we encourage, we lead, we care, we
coach, we listen, we hug, we cheer, and the list goes on.
We make life…all together…better.
But here’s the truth. Even warriors get weary sometimes. And some
days we feel lonely, and we’ve had enough of listening to Dora the
Explorer, or countless princess songs, and we find that we need a little
more substantial conversation than just hearing the words, “no,” or
“mine.” And we’re tired of doing laundry, and vacuuming up little pieces
of goldfish all stuck in the carpet. In fact, we’re just tired of
goldfish all together.
And we’re weary from getting up in the night with the dear child who
was sick, and the other who just had a bad dream, and another who was
hungry. And we’ve changed more diapers than we could ever count, and
picked up more messes, and rocked, and sang, and prayed, all these sweet
ones to sleep, night after night, year after year.
And often, it’s a rather thankless job. This motherhood journey..
Little ones have big needs, and as much as we know they love us, they
may not be the best at always making us feel appreciated for the
immensity of services we provide.
Every hour. Of every single day. And often, hurried husbands, though
not intentional, may get busy with life and the pressures of career and
responsibilities, and the little things go unnoticed.
And we know, deep down, that everyone is thankful for us, and cares
about us, but sometimes we just need to hear it.
And we feel alone in it all. Mighty warrior moms one moment, ready to
conquer the world, or at least the to do list for the day, enjoying
these precious little people who call us Mom. But then, when we least
expect it, the spiral downward begins.
And some days, it’s all too much, and after consistently hearing the
word “mom” every 4.3 seconds in one day’s time, and taxi driving kids to
countless places, and one big, dramatic meltdown at the grocery store,
we just feel “all done.” And the lonely gloom of discouragement
Moms who are reading this today, we need each other. We need to
remind each other, that we stand together, that we’re not alone in this
That what we do is important. So incredibly important. We need to
hold our judgments and thoughts that we might know better about things,
and just choose to encourage, and inspire one another onward, towards
greatness. There’s such power there.
And sometimes, late at night, when the house is all quiet, this
You secretly tiptoe back upstairs, just to catch a glimpse of them
sleeping, to make sure they’re tucked in safely for the night, and you
sit down beside the bed, and just watch these precious ones who call you
mom, peacefully, soundly, dreaming of tomorrow.
there’s a sudden, renewed awareness of how much it all matters. You
remember. That you’re raising greatness. Warriors for the next
Sweet angel faces, treasured gifts, who may never know how much you
loved. These little souls that can drive you crazy, and push all your
buttons, before the clock strikes 7.00 a.m., but you just can’t hardly
get enough of them all in one day. Because you love. Mamas, you know how
(Debbie McDaniel is
mom to three amazing kids and a few too many pets, dramatist and