My four-year-old just stuck her head in the doorway,
checking on me - to see that I’m still close by.
I should tally some day how many times I hear that single, beautiful word.
Anything from “Can you come here?” to “He’s taking my Legos!” might follow.
It’s plain to see I’m wanted, needed, sought after 24/7.
As counselor, referee, comforter, snuggler.
Most days variety adds spice to mothering.
To others, it adds chaos.
But always I keep coming back to God’s wondrous plan: “Be fruitful and multiply,” and I embrace that calling with my whole heart.
Oh, better run, there it is again,
“M-o-o-m-m . . . “