The strength of motherhood is endurance. The housework seems to never end. There is always a meal to be made, a child to be comforted. These days, when I feel weighted by responsibility, I think of mothers stretching back centuries who bore and raised children while managing households without the modern conveniences available to me.
Mothers are primarily responsible for the nurture of their children.
The word “nurture” is so vast. It is continuous. The need for nurture doesn’t go away at night or during winter or illness. Children, especially, need to be nurtured consistently and constantly. This is a daunting task. Some mornings I pale at the prospect of cleaning up another mess, changing another diaper, mustering empathy for another screaming child.
But God does not give us more than we can handle.
And if it so be that the children of men keep the commandments of God he doth nourish them, and strengthen them, and provide means whereby they can accomplish the thing which he has commanded them;
God will not abandon us in our pursuit of His most important work.
The noblest calling in the world is motherhood. True motherhood. True motherhood is the most beautiful of all arts, the greatest of all professions. She who can paint a masterpiece, or who can write a book that will influence millions, deserves the admiration and plaudits of mankind; but she who rears successfully a family of healthy, beautiful sons and daughters whose immortal souls will exert an influence throughout the ages long after paintings shall have faded, and books and statues shall have decayed or been destroyed, deserves the highest honors that men can give and the choicest blessings of God.
David O. Mckay
When pregnancy aches slow me down or when another day begins with a scream at 5:00 a.m., I need to remember that we are not alone in this work.
I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me.