He who labors as he prays lifts his heart to God with his hands. — St. Benedict of Nursia
Never have I heard a better description of motherhood; the daily in the trenches (laundry room, school room) mothering. Up before light, after being up a lot of the night, carrying straight though till well past dark. Cooking, dishes, laundry, school work (or homework), shopping, social commitments, clean bathrooms; that a mother labors is never a question.
Mothers don’t sit and contemplate the wonders of world; note I didn’t say mothers don’t contemplate the wonders of world. I honestly think as mothers we are more attuned to the magic of life and all God’s tiny miracles. Watching a toddler try a toy and try it, and seeing the joy when it finally works. Sitting with a school age child chewing over math word problems and seeing each one go better than the last. Watching the sunrise while cooking breakfast; and relishing the joy at a baby’s first word. Everything a mom does is wrapping in the glory of God.