The Pastor's Wife: On Being A Mother

by: Bobbi Cloeter

As I sit here writing this in the toy-strewn basement, my children are attempting to climb into the washer. Before you call to report me, not to worry; they can’t shut the door from the inside. And besides, “Super Daddy” is on his way to stop the mayhem.

I vaguely remember my life without children. It consisted of sleeping whenever I wanted and for however long I wanted, not eating vegetables if I didn’t want to, and actually leaving at the planned time when I had somewhere to go. Now, I’m a sleep-deprived, veggie-eating, habitually late mother-of-three. And I love it.

My children are amazing. They are loving, funny, curious, smart and caring. They like playing with each other and they look out for each other. They love each other. And they love God. I know I sound like I’m bragging…and I guess I am. But, I’m their mom. And I haven’t said anything that isn’t actually true. They are little witnesses for Jesus. Bella often wants to include others in her prayers. Joshua is quick to share manger-cross-crown with anyone willing to listen. And Em…well, she’s only one, but she’s a really good hugger. She’s my cuddle-bug.

Being a mom isn’t just about getting them to eat their vegetables and share their toys and be respectful. It’s about teaching them about Jesus’ love for us and how we show Jesus’ love to others. It’s about showing them that worship is a time to honor Jesus, not a hassle or obligation. It’s about laying a foundation of faith that will last their entire lives.

I am not a perfect mom. I yell. I get frustrated. I have thrown away toys. But my children know that I love them and want what is best for them. I am blessed to have happy, healthy, wonderful kids. I am honored that God has entrusted me with their care and upbringing. And I pray that they see Jesus in my life and actions; that being perfect isn’t a requirement for God’s love and forgiveness. I know that God loves me the way I am, and I hope that my children know that I love them the way they are.

Parenting is challenging, but a parents’ love is bigger than the challenges. It’s 3 a.m. and they screeching cries make my head pound. There is vomit on the carpet, me, the baby…and yet this is where I choose to be. Being a mom has shown me another side of love. I’ve learned what love is to an even greater degree. Which is why I will conclude my writing, and rescue my children from washing machine. Turns out they can close the door from the inside. I love being “mommy.”