My messy house proclaims the greatness of the Lord
My children’s bellies rejoice in slow cooker, our savior.
For one meal this tired, lowly servant rested.
Henceforth all ages will call me mom or mama or mommy
or some variation thereof.
The dishwasher has done great things for me
And holey be its watery jets.
Naptimes have mercy on all who take them,
For every generation fears mama’s cranky wrath.
Holding babies has shown the strength of my arm,
But nursing has scattered my brain.
Among other things I also clean the porcelain throne.
To do so, I have lifted up the seat.
My bank account was once filled with good things,
But my gas tank, growing children, ballet class, tuition, a family vacation and buying in bulk have rendered it empty.
But God has come to the help of his servant, this tired mom,
For the husband has remembered to throw out the trash and do recycling,
The promise mentioned “between the lines” on our wedding day,
To me and our future family forever.
Glory be to the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit,
Please God grant me the grace to do this another day,
And don’t strike me dead for writing this. Amen.
Tired moms, what does your Magnificat say?