Oof! I know these are the days I am going to look back on and miss, but these are also the days that require the most of me. Every ounce of energy at all hours of the day. To sheer exhaustion or to my breaking point.
No matter how many children you may have the vocation of motherhood is one of sacrifice. Sleepless nights, stretch marks and cold dinners. A call to love more than we knew we were ever capable of. A call to model joy and patience even when it seems to be running thin.
Writing at CatholicMom today reflecting on this very topic. These are the days when the true meaning of sacrifice is found. Loving when it is hard to show love. Being patient when we are on our last thread. Showing joy when the feeling of exhaustion and frustration has set in.
This is my body, which will be given for you. (Luke 22:19)
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