We are doing God’s work



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Today I had a conversation with a friend and we began discussing our Valentine’s Day plans. We were discussing how we both hadbought the “cheapo” valenties and (insert gasp here) not even logged into our Pinterest account to make the latest and greatest Valentines, to make our children the “envy” of the class. And for a second, I really felt bad I hadn’t done more. But as quick as the thought popped in my head another soon followed. I was reminded of the Mormon Message, Motherhood: An Eternal Partnership. I went to the computer and pulled it up. Its an excerpt form a talk given by Elder Jefferey R. Hollad (An LDS Apostle) that he gave in April General Conference 1997, it reads:

“One young mother wrote to me recently that her anxiety tended to come on three fronts. One was that whenever she heard talks on LDS motherhood, she worried because she felt she didn’t measure up or somehow wasn’t going to be equal to the task. Secondly, she felt like the world expected her to teach her children reading, writing, interior design, Latin, calculus, and the Internet—all before the baby said something terribly ordinary, like “goo goo.” Thirdly, she often felt people were sometimes patronizing, almost always without meaning to be, because the advice she got or even the compliments she received seemed to reflect nothing of the mental investment, the spiritual and emotional exertion, the long-night, long-day, stretched-to-the-limit demands that sometimes are required in trying to be and wanting to be the mother God hopes she will be.

But one thing, she said, keeps her going: “Through the thick and the thin of this, and through the occasional tears of it all, I know deep down inside I am doing God’s work. I know that in my motherhood I am in an eternal partnership with Him.”

I think we can all agree that we have had these same feelings of doubt and inadequacy from time to time. And now even more so in the age that is SOCIAL MEDIA, motherhood has been put on center stage. With a click of a mouse we can proclaim that we are “perfect” mothers.

Social media in certain circumstances can be great. This blog and others like it that lift others are great. But if it is something that stirs up those feelings of  inadequacy, abandon it. Or if your inadequacies’ come from something totally different, whatever it may be abandon them and run as fast as you can away from them.  Be reminded of what Elder Holland said, WE ARE DOING GOD’S WORK.  We have been entrusted with some of God’s most choicest spirits at a time when our world is spiraling out of control. Our children need US not the latest and greatest  Pinterest project that demands hours of our time. THEY NEED US.

Motherhood is GODS WORK. I know it. I have felt it. I know without a doubt that Heavenly Father sent me here to Earth knowing fully that I could be a mother to HIS precious children. I have felt His love and support in those moments of inadequacy and in moments of joy. I challenge all you mothers out there to take a second and clear out all of those feelings of doubt and leave them behind and start new. Start being a Mother knowing that what you are doing is HIS work.


Heavenly Father’s Plan for Me

Motherhood is something I knew from a very early age was made for me. I can remember being in kindergarten and having the class discussion: “What do you want to be when you grow up?” And I can honestly remember thinking, “Well, I am a girl, so I think I want to be a mom.” Obviously with age and maturity that thought process changed for me.

Fast forward to middle school–I was in a career planning meeting (whatever the heck that means to a 13-year old) with a teacher and my own mother. She asked all the questions: What are your goals? Are you going to go to college? Do you want to go to college? What do you want to be when you grow up? etc. When I began answering the questions, I could tell she didn’t like many of my answers, because many of my answers were goals I had as a future mother. I am not going to lie, I had a few of my “dreams” in there, like play in the WNBA…hehehehe. So, when she got to the loaded question, “What do you want to be when you grow up?” without skipping a beat I answered, “A MOM.” I can remember the look on her face as she shot back, “Well after that what do you want to be?”

What do you mean after that? I might have only been 13, but I knew when you sign up to be a mom, there is no after that. I wanted to be a mom, plain and simple. The frustration of this so called career planning meeting was felt on both sides, so we just left it at that.

As I continued through my middle school and high school years, I think I kind of got lost in the mind set of COLLEGE COLLLEGE COLLEGE COLLEGE! So, as graduation quickly approached, I took all the necessary steps towards college. And, I will be the first to say, I enjoyed every second of my college career. I loved it. I told myself so many times, “I am not going to get married until I am 25 and then maybe I will have kids when I am 30.” No sooner had I said this than I met my future husband. I was 20 years old. But I was done. I knew we were supposed to be married, and I knew it was God telling me so.

So at 21, we were married and I moved to small town. I transferred to a small satellite campus where I would continue my education. I only had two years left. I told myself and my husband, “We are not having kids until I finish my school and get to use my degree for a little bit.” My husband agreed. Again, no sooner did I come to that conclusion than I had the overwhelming feeling that we were to start our little family. I can remember thinking, “You are crazy. You are not ready for this…” You name it, I thought it. But I knew in my heart that, once again, my plan and God’s plan were not the same. I told my husband what I was thinking and feeling, and, sure enough, he was right there on the same page with me. I was going to quit school and be a MOM.

After 18 months of marriage we welcomed our first little lovey into our home. It was magical to say the least. The feeling that this sweet little spirit brought into our home and marriage was beyond describable. I knew that this little one was sent to us at the exact perfect time, and that had been Heaven’s plan all along. And a little over two years after that, we welcomed our second.

Please don’t think after reading this that our life is all butterflies and roses. Its not. I will be the first to tell you this. We have days when the house is a wreck (today being one of those), the kids are fighting, and there is no end in sight. I secretly wonder if the dirty laundry is making babies, because every time I walk in the laundry room, the dirty laundry has doubled. I also have days when I think to myself, “I am nothing, I am a just a stay at home mom.” But as soon as I think this I am always reminded why I stay home with my children. It may just be a little reminder: a kiss or hug from my children, a silly thing they do or say, a cry for help, a snuggle; but it is always enough to pick me up and keep me going.

I share my story because motherhood is sacred to me. It is being criticized and looked down on more and more, so I want to add my voice to the cause and fight for TRUE womanhood. I want to be a positive influence in a world that is claiming good things are bad and bad things are good. I am a daughter of my Heavenly Father. I know he has a plan for me. I know without a doubt that my plan was to come to this earth and raise and rear some of His choicest spirits. It doesn’t make me “less” because I stay home. If anything, I feel empowered knowing that God knows me enough to help me and guide me through this life and my family’s life. Motherhood is SACRED. Don’t let the world tell you otherwise.