“Motherhood is the hardest assignment I’ve ever been given and the most extraordinary life that exists.” Brooke McGothlin
extraordinary: very unusable or remarkable
exceptional, amazing, astonishing, astounding, stunning, incredible, unbelievable…
This journey I am on.
I find it highly interesting that the word best used to describe my life (motherhood) is extraordinary.
Extra + ordinary.
And so many of my days are so incredibly extra (super) ordinary, and mundane and repetitive.
So ordinary that if you blink you miss the magic, and another same day with the same shows has repeated itself.
It’s a work, a discipline in training the mind to see the magic. To see Christ in the dishes. To see the holy work in the laundry, and the kisses, and the spilled messes.
If you blink too long, you miss the EXTRAordinary parts –
The extra cuddles after long naps or crankies,
The extra help cleaning up,
The extra minutes of water play,
The extra I love yous, followed with extra puppy kisses.,
The extra warmth in your bed, only noticed by its absence,
The extra nudge to slow down and look down and notice the ordinary in a new lens,
The extra nudge to notice the flutterby (butterfly) on the flowers,
And the extra cake and snacks,
And syrup forever being associated with chubby baby Nici hands.
These are the moments of an extraordinary life. They aren’t flashy and well groomed and held in high esteem by society. They are what make a life worth living though.
And they are what make memories, the big things come and go; we are left with the day to day. The days make a life.