Measurements

How do you measure a mother?

Is it in the quiet moments where everyone is safe or the crazy moments when the laughter is too loud, deafening?

Is it measured by contentment of a happy child, scribbling on a cardboard box, imagination running wild ~ dreams being drawn?

Do we measure mom by how her children grow up to be successful? Or because they grow up to be kind?

Should we shelter our children from the outside world or sit in the shadows, clapping, as their brains make sense of information ~ developing own opinions and identities?

Is a mother measured by the amount of veggies her kid consumes or by the chicken nuggets tossed in the back seat because it’s just too busy to slow down......

Do we measure mom by her glory, shiny moments or by her lows ~ the moments she sneaks away for solitude with a glass of wine because the day was just too much?

Do we give her a check for every family game night? Erase one when she’d rather have a moment alone instead?

Because motherhood is so much about losing and gaining and losing and gaining.......

You lose yourself so easily as your pour yourself into the tiny creatures who depend on you, look up to you, and never measure you the way you measure yourself.

You see, you can’t measure a mother at all. We are all worthy.