Why I Love Being a Mom (Let’s Shout It Out Loud)

“Wow, you’ve really got your hands full.”

“Are they all yours?”

“You must be so busy. I don’t know how you do it.”

Since adding a 4th child to our family this past winter, these comments and many others have begun to abound when we set foot outside our home (I know- still such a small family, right?). In fact, they began even earlier, when I first had a toddler and a newborn, and salespeople would shake their heads and cluck sympathetically.

Sadly, it’s common to hear negative remarks about children in our society. People frequently grumble about the expense, the noise, the trouble, the mess, yes the burden of children.

But moms, I have to ask this question (and I’m asking myself along with you)… what are WE saying about children?

Last week and this week, I’ve been taking all the kids to a local swimming pool for lessons every morning. Each 30 min. session of lessons requires getting everyone ready at home, packing up towels, soap, combs, clean underwear, and the proverbial kitchen sink, then driving there, getting them ready and into the pool, watching lessons, showering and dressing afterwards, back out to the car (lugging a heavy baby seat because my stroller is broken), and then driving home in an un-air conditioned van. It’s a 2+ hour marathon.

These lessons have honestly felt like a chore to me most days, instead of the fun activity I wanted them to be (granted, the kids are having fun and learning water safety, so I’ve achieved my goal).

When someone sees me red-faced, struggling along with my brood, tired, back aching, trying to keep everyone safe as we navigate the massive and crowded pool parking lot, and they comment “you sure have your hands full” or “glad it’s you, not me”, I’m sorely tempted to agree with their assessment of the situation.

When I find myself in the dirty, sticky, sweaty, exhausting trenches when motherhood feels hard, I’m not likely to wax eloquent about the blessings of children and why I love being a mom. More often than not, I’m liable to nod and sigh and agree that my lot in life is hard indeed.

But I’m wrong.

I’m wrong when I complain and whine and agree that motherhood is too hard. I’m wrong when I fail to affirm the beauty and sheer privilege that it is to know and raise up these precious little ones.

I’m wrong when I go along with the culture’s flawed perspective on children and their value. And I’m most definitely wrong when I refuse to open my mouth to attest to the goodness of God’s plan for families, to treasure and be enriched by the children He’s given us.

Mothers, we get all up in arms when we sense that society is belittling us, making our choice to be with our children trivial and insignificant, and portraying motherhood as a mindless career full of nose-wiping, potty-training and crust-cutting. It angers us when we are demeaned and looked down upon as mothers. But what are we doing about it?

When was the last time that you took a stand for motherhood?

When someone says, “are they all yours?” do you smile and say “yes, I am so blessed” and really mean it? When a full-time career woman with no children wonders aloud how you can handle being home with your young children all day, are you quick to tell her that you can’t imagine doing anything more fulfilling and that you love spending your days with your kids?

I’m not a particularly emotionally-expressive person. My husband sometimes has a hard time knowing when I am especially happy, or enjoying myself. He knows I feel it on the inside and think it in my head and sometimes I express it in simple words, but he occasionally reminds me that I also need to “tell my face”.

Perhaps we need to “tell our face” that we love being a mom.

We need to make it abundantly clear, both to ourselves and to the others watching us that loving our kids is more than lip service. Of course we all adore our kids, but we need to show that we also love being with them. That we cherish their companionship. That caring for them and serving them day in and day out is a true privilege and unspeakable joy for us. That there’s nothing burdensome about it.

I’m going to start us on a list of reasons why I love being a mom. And then I want you all to finish for me, with your own reasons why you also love being a mom.

Here are some ways that you can join me:

1. You can leave a comment sharing why you love being a mom.

2. You can pin this post, along with your own reason.

3. You can share this on Facebook with a reason.

4. You can tweet your reason.

I would love nothing better than to see this post go viral, not because of anything I’ve written but because other moms got on board and publicly shared what makes being a mom so unbelievably great.

Things that I love about being a mom:

  • Holding a sleeping baby and feeling their soft, warm breath
  • The make-believe worlds of my children
  • Toddler pronunciations… affority (authority), babing suit (bathing suit), ank oo (thank you), chik-munk (chipmunk), or the entire way that my son speaks, like a mix between a southern and English accent (um, random?)
  • My 3 year old blond imp of girl, sweetly shrugging her shoulders at me and smiling to try to get her own way
  • Praying with and hugging my kids after I have to discipline or correct them
  • Gathering on the couch to read a good book together
  • Watching my first baby girl begin to metamorphasize into a lovely young lady
  • A very full queen-sized bed when all four come and join us on deliciously lazy mornings
  • Blueberry-stained children after a Saturday morning pancake breakfast
  • My 5 year old son, stealthily creeping down stairs before anyone else is up, asking if he can join me for devotions
  • Seeing my children learn to show generosity and kindness and compassion to others
  • Bouquets of dandelions, daisies, honeysuckles and other assorted weeds
These are just a few. I could go on all day if I let myself. But I’d rather leave it to you. 

Why do you love being a mom?

About Stephanie Langford

Stephanie Langford has a passion for sharing ideas and information for homemakers who want to make healthy changes in their homes, and carefully steward all that they've been given. She has written three books geared to helping families live more naturally and eat real, whole foods, without being overwhelmed, without going broke and with simple meal planning. She is the creator of Keeper of the Home.

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  1. Michelle says:

    Thank you for sharing this!! I loved (finally) reading a positive story about being a mom. I was actually googling to find stories from other moms who are enjoying their time and it took me quite a while to find one hahaha.
    I love being a mom so much, everyday I am so thankfull that my dream has become reality! And although I ofcourse have my moments, and like laughing about the sometimes hilarious tough times, I am above all so happy to have them with me :). So here it comes haha
    – my three year old in her ballet outfit
    – my daughter waving to me as I leave her and seeing her tell her friends ‘ that is MY mommy ‘
    – my one and a half year old giggling when my husband tickles him
    – holding my sleepy sick baby boy
    – stroking my daughters head when se is upset
    – watching my daughter being so sweet to her little brother
    – my daughter defending her little brother when he is being told no
    – my daughter writing her name fornthe first time
    – my boy being soooo quite when he is eating something he likes
    And I could go on for a while hahaha.
    Thank you again!

  2. Wow. That has cheered me up so much and jolted me out of a really bad day with my 22 month old daughter! I had crawled up to bed in an attempt to hide away, hoping that she goes to sleep…I decided to go on the Internet to commiserate with other mums who have admitted they hate motherhood. I could sympathise with their comments and then found your blog… It has helped me reflect more positively on a day of illness, exhaustion and anger. Even amongst thoughts of running away, I can now recognise that were some beautiful moments: her little hand on my knee to steady herself, her ability to amuse herself in spite of her mummy on the sofa huddled under a duvet. As with all negative thought patterns, it is so easy to ignore the balance, especially when you are dog tired or ill and you have been cooped up inside all day. I am going to try and follow your advice by constantly looking for the positive and remind myself of its worth. In practice, tomorrow I may still be stressed out and exhausted but you never know, maybe I won’t…Thank you.

  3. I love that this post was written the day my first born girl, Sydney, was born! I love being a mom! There is not anything much better then seeing that huge happy grin on her face when she recognizes me. I love when I walk back into a room after having left her laying on a blanket for about a minute and I get a big smile when she sees I have returned.

  4. Thank you, thank you, thank you! All I ever see nowadays is either mothers who so desperately wanted children complaining about them non-stop in person or on Facebook (never anything positive to share) or article after article on the web taking about how anyone who loves parenting is fooling themselves and not fessing up to the realities of being a parent. I have suffered from severe clinical depression, I suffer from OCD and PTSD. I have my moments and I can stress out very easily. Can my beautiful, sweet, maniacal 4-year-old son cause some of that stress? Sure! Of course he can. However, give me 5 minutes to an hour after he stresses me out and ask me about it again. I’m able to look back on it with a smile. It’s like my husband, the love of my life. Do we have our moments? Sure! Can he drive me nuts? Of course! But, when I look back on our close-to 10 years together, I see nothing but happiness, love, and fun. There was a time when I looked at everything through a negative lens and I was a miserable person. I hated being myself, I was so miserable. I stored a huge amount of love inside of me, but I couldn’t seem to let that love show me what was beautiful around me. Now, I’m able to see the world for what it is. There is a lot of ugly out there, but there’s far more beauty. It’s just that sometimes you have to look differently and stop looking through anyone’s eyes but your own. My son’s way of saying, “OH! Sawry!” when I tell him he shouldn’t be doing something or when he hugs and kisses someone goodbye and follows up with, “I love you!” Everyone seems to be drawn to and love my little boy. I think I know why. It’s because he’s happy! He doesn’t see ugly in anything, except fighting and yelling. He certainly doesn’t like those two things. But, everything else? It’s a wonderful world in my son’s eyes. We can all learn so much from our little ones.

  5. I love this post! Thanks for sharing! It’s so true.

  6. Why do I love being a mom? Because I am one. Sounds like a simple, almost silly answer, but the truth is, it only by God’s grace I hold the privileged title of “mother.” “Mommy” to be exact. I have PCOS and it has resulted in my “gift” of infertility. I have two babies, both conceived through the miracle of IVF. Our son was conceived on our first “try”. He is now 4 years old and I am having the time of my life beginning our homeschool journey. After our son we attempted pregnancy again and through many failed cycles lost 9 embryos. Then we became pregnant with our baby girl! Oh the absolute joy we had. However we had to let her go home into the arms of Jesus, as she was still born this past March. Why do I LOVE being a mom? Because I AM one.

  7. Why I Love Being a Mom (and a Step-Mom)-
    – watching my first baby girl find things she’s talented at and LOVES to do
    – planning and acting out “fashion shows” with my little girl and her two step-sisters
    – watching my little boy and his step-brother defend the world from evil as super-heroes
    – hearing, “Huggy??” from my 4-year-old step-daughter twenty times a day
    – my son crawling into my lap and saying, “I just want to cuddle with you.”
    – hearing, “Mom, LOOK!!!” at every new thing they’ve discovered or cool trick they just figured out how to do
    – “Mom, can you come play with me?” – even when I’m exhausted ;-)
    – that God picked ME to take care of this wonderful mix of amazing kids

  8. Hearing my nearly 3 year old singing ” Jesus loves me” today

  9. I love being a mother for so many reasons. I love that my kids love me even when I am not lovely. I love that I have had to learn to be less selfish and that life is not all about me. I love that I get to see so many personalities, all related to me (I have seven unique children). I love that my children teach me to see life fresh over and over again. I love knowing that I have been part of God’s plan to bring these eternal beings to this earth.

  10. i have 2 children a 6 yr old boy and a 4 yr old girl that i’m very lucky to have i love all of the i love you momma, i love reading bedtime stories to them, i love their imaginations ,all of the hugs and kisses, i love having to tuck them both in at least 3 times every night before i can actually set down with their daddy and watch tv shows that they can’t watch i love getting up in the middle of the night just to check on them & covering them up and seeing how peaceful they look i love being a stay home mom i could go on and on and on i love my kids so so so very much i live for my children and i love that too they are my world

  11. “When a full-time career woman with no children wonders aloud how you can handle being home with your young children all day, are you quick to tell her that you can’t imagine doing anything more fulfilling and that you love spending your days with your kids?”

    I feel like both lifestyles are being cheapened with this statement. The career woman seems to be indicating that being home all day is intolerable and the stay-at-home mom seems to be implying that only raising kids can be fulfilling. I think both lifestyles can be fulfilling, depending on the woman and her hearts desire. Personally I have not felt the desire in my heart to have kids, however, I am not a “climbing the corporate ladder” career women. I think that children are a gift from God. They are precious miracles. As a married woman with no kids, people tend to assume I think kids are burdens, but I don’t. And I have tons of respect for parents and the job they do raising kids.

    I know that moms with multiple kids get looks and rude comments thrown their way (I have witnessed it and I think it’s awful!), however, please know that us married folk with no kids get quite a bit of looks and rude comments too and it hurts. I think people on both sides of the fence (kids vs. no kids) should try to understand that the opposite persons lifestyle isn’t bad or tiring/not tiring…fulfilling/not fulfilling…easy/not easy, etc.

    • I can totally see how it sounded that way, but I definitely didn’t mean to say that all women who work full-time and don’t have children have a negative view of being a mother. There are certainly plenty who do, or perhaps more than even being negative about it, they simply don’t understand why you would want to do it or why it would be fulfilling. But, as you say, there are also many who feel as you do, that children are a blessing and that you have respect for the job of parenting. In fact, I have several married friends my age who do not have children yet, and still we have a wonderful relationship with respect and understanding between us. :)

      I really appreciate your comment and desire to clear this up. I agree that there are certainly difficult things on both ends, and that us moms are not the only ones that receive unfair or critical judgments. Thanks for sharing, C!

  12. what a refreshing post! perfect for me to read this morning.

    i love…
    sweet coos of babies when they first wake up
    sitting on the hard wood floor and playing with my toddler and preschooler
    jokes told by my 8 year old and his hearty laugh after his own joke
    dandelions from my 6 year old
    squeals of delight over the simplest things
    “i love you’s” in the morning when i first wake up and am groggy and a bit grouchy
    holding my son(s) hand
    the sincere repentant heart after correction

    my recent post: when it feels like no on sees you

  13. I love seeing my only daughter, whose 9, be so motherly to her younger brothers. I love how my oldest son, whose 8, has an amazing imagination and continually comes up with new inventions, always needing aluminum foil to make them work!! I love my 5yr old son’s freckles and how he can do great impressions at such a young age. I love how my 7mo. old looks at me with adoring eyes and how he is learning so fast. I really and truly love that I get to be at home with them. I need to “tell my face” that one a lot! I am so thankful that God has allowed me to be a mother. This is such an excellent post.


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