 By Katie Gibson Happy Valentine's Day, Rooted Moms! We hope you've taken a few minutes to soak up the love of the Father today- resting in His presence and listening to Him speak these over you... You are loved. You are worthy. You are beautiful. And Mama, even if your husband and children might not always know how to express their appreciation... be assured- they love you to pieces. Today I had it on my heart to share with you a blog I posted two years ago, before Rooted Moms was even a dream in my mind. Hope you enjoy! The Love Chapter, for MomsIf I keep my house so clean you could eat off my floor (as my kids often do), but do not have love when my toddler accidentally spills his Cheerios (for the third time today)… I am only a maid. If I prepare the healthiest and most Pinterest-worthy meals, but do not have love when my child whines, “But I don’t like (insert any food item here.)”… I am just another cook. If I post 29 pictures of my adorable kids, but do not take the time to tell them what I adore about them… I am only a photographer. If I work hard to give them the world, but do not give them myself… I am just a piggy-bank. But... If I show mercy to my toddler when his Cheerios fall because, after all, they are not the only food on the floor today… Then I am a Mom. If I feed pancakes to my children for the fifth time this week, but spend the minutes (and stress) saved playing Candy Land with my kids... I am a Mom (They like the pancakes more anyway). If I don’t capture every adorable moment of my child’s day, but instead enjoy each one to its fullest (sans camera)… I am a Mom. If my kids wear hand-me-downs, don’t have the latest gadgets, and miss out on Little League, but I don’t have to work late hours to pay for it all… I am a Mom. Love is... Patient when my 4-year-old is walking too slow, and kind when I am sleep-deprived. Love does not envy when the “other mom” seems to have it more together than I do. Love does not boast when my 7-week-old is sleeping through the night (my 4 year old still poops in a diaper). Love is not proud when your kids have melt-downs in Chick-fil-A while mine sit happily (mine did that last week.) Love is not rude when someone gives me advice I don’t want (they really do have the best intentions). Love is not easily angered when someone expresses disapproval of my parenting style. Love keeps no record of wrongs when my oldest is having a “rough day”. Love does not delight in gossiping about other moms, but enjoys lifting others up in encouragement. Love always protects my children’s’ privacy. Their humanness. Their innocence. Love always believes the best about my husband, my children. Love always hopes, dreams and prays for their future. Love always perseveres- intentionally loving my family even when I don’t feel that it is returned with the same zeal. I fail, but God never fails. Love never fails.
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