A Gift for Mom! 🤍

Click, click, click.

Her perfectly manicured fingernails flew over the keyboard as she entered my information into the system registering me for my 20-week ultrasound. Without even looking up, she asked the next question.

“And where do you work?”

The answer popped out of my mouth before I even thought about it. “I don’t.”

Immediately I felt my heart plummet to the pit of my stomach.

Wait . . . what did I just say?

If I don’t work, why do I have a never-ending to-do list? If I don’t work, why am I so tired all the time? If I don’t work, why do others rely on me so much?

RELATED: Why Tired Moms Stay Up Late

As a full-time stay-at-home-mom of course, I work in the sense of actively laboring and toiling at taking care of my people all day every day.

But as moms, we are so quick to downplay what it is that we do—not only the physical work of keeping a house and children but also the mental, emotional, and spiritual work of raising children who love God and others.

If we happen to convince ourselves what we do is important, someone is bound to come along with a statement like this . . . “Since you are at home all day, I thought you’d have plenty of time to ___. I would do it, but I’m just so busy with work and all that.”

And somewhere along the way we buy into the lie Satan whispers in our own thoughts and in the unintentionally harmful words of others—“Moms at home all day like you don’t do anything important because they don’t actually have a job that pays.”

We buy into the lie that tells us if we are not working outside the home, we are not a valuable, contributing member of society.

RELATED: Is Satan Stealing Your Motherhood?

But friend, I am here to tell you, that lie is straight from the pit of hell.

Those children running wild in your living room right now are eternal souls. And you—yes, you mama with Cheerios stuck to your sock—you are the one to whom God gave the privilege and the responsibility of shepherding those souls.

You are the one He has charged with keeping them fed physically and spiritually.

You are the one He has commanded to train up your child.

You are the one He is using to shape the future by being faithful today.

You are the one He has chosen to be called mom by these people who make endless messes, eat all the food, wear twelve outfits a day, drive you to the brink of insanity, and fill your heart with so much joy it hurts.

Stop believing the lie that you aren’t doing important work. The work of nurturing your children, disciplining them, and even cleaning up after them is work that will impact eternity through them.

RELATED: I Don’t Want To Raise Church Kids, I Want To Raise Jesus Kids

We never know exactly how our children will impact the world. Perhaps the boy who spends hours building with LEGOs will become an architect who designs homes to combat homelessness in our nation’s cities. Perhaps the girl who makes up elaborate puppet shows will become a screenwriter who helps shape the media’s influence on the next generation.

All of the practice listening to the baby in mommy’s tummy may lead to an adult who takes maternity care to third world countries. The boy playing with tractors may grow up to be a farmer feeding the people just like his daddy. That child playing with his daddy’s tools might just become a trusted neighborhood mechanic keeping everyone’s cars running smoothly.

That little girl reading stories to her baby brother might just grow up to be a mom who stays home with her babies and raises them up to be faithful and true in raising their own children—the eternal souls of yet another generation.

So next time someone asks, “What do you do?”

Don’t let the lies answer for you—you are a mom, and your work matters.

So God Made a Grandmother book by Leslie Means

If you liked this, you'll love our book, SO GOD MADE A GRANDMA

Order Now!

Amy Juett

Amy Juett is a follower of Jesus, wife to her college sweetheart, and homeschooling mother of six. She makes her home in what used to be her grandparents’ home in the Nebraska Sandhills where she writes about faith, family, homemaking, and discipleship. She is a lover of books, homemade lattes, morning solitude, and all shades of blue.

The Invisible Pain after IVF Stops

In: Motherhood
Woman holding pregnancy test with head in hands

There is nothing “basic” about stopping IVF and returning to the so-called natural route. There is no guidebook for what comes next. The protocols and procedures that once dictated every step suddenly disappear. The appointments, alarms, and instructions are gone—but the emotions and unknowns remain. There is no protocol for going back to the basics. When we decided to stop IVF and try naturally, I wasn’t prepared for how difficult this next part of our journey would be. During IVF, everything had structure. There were calendars to follow, medications to take at exact times, appointments that filled the weeks. There...

Keep Reading

The Final Out

In: Motherhood
Baseball game as seen through the fence behind home plate

Tonight I watched him step up to the plate for the last time. Play-offs. Single elimination. Down by one. Last inning. Two outs. And the batting lineup just happened to fall to him. Nothing prepares you for that. He took a breath. The weight of an entire lifetime spent in red dirt hinging on this moment. He set his face like flint to that pitcher. The ball left the glove, and he swung. Strike one. He stepped away. Reset. Tapped the base. Then set himself once more. He swung, hit a line drive, and sprinted headlong towards the base, setting...

Keep Reading

These Holy Small Things

In: Faith, Motherhood
Children sewing at machine

My 8-year-old-daughter has recently taken up sewing, to my simultaneous delight and chagrin. My delight because I too love sewing; my chagrin because her enthusiasm often outpaces my own abilities, namely, in the undertaking of tedious projects with no pattern. Take, for example, the cloth doll diaper we designed and stitched up together. Granted, the design was fairly basic to draw up and scale. But the minuscule nature of the work, both for my hands and head, was enough to throw me into existential questioning. It was one of those moments when you wonder how the sum of your life...

Keep Reading

The Pressure to Do Everything “Right” Is Crushing Us

In: Motherhood
Tired and stressed mother sits in hallway with toddler across from her, black and white image

I don’t remember when motherhood started to feel like a test I didn’t study for—but somehow, I’m always convinced I’m failing it. It’s in the quiet moments. Standing in the grocery store aisle, overthinking every label—organic, non-GMO, dye-free, free-range, grass-fed—like I’m one bad decision away from ruining their future…while also trying not to take out a second mortgage just to afford my ever-rising grocery bill. Sitting on the couch, wondering if the show they’re watching or game they’re playing is rotting their brain. Lying in bed at night, replaying the way I handled a meltdown, picking apart every word I...

Keep Reading

Letting You Go Is Still So Hard

In: Grown Children, Motherhood
Walkway toward water at sunset

Nothing really prepares you for the day your child leaves the house. Last September, my husband and I moved our 18-year-old son into his dorm room. Right after that, he was swept away into all things orientation, and we began our 1,000-mile journey back home. Leaving this beautiful human I raised and spent all those years with felt foreign. During our final hug goodbye, despite trying to hold in my pain, I broke out in huge, ugly, guttural tears. Our drive home was a long two days. It took every fiber of my being not to turn around. Returning to...

Keep Reading

Behind Every Smiling Graduate Is a Mother Letting Go

In: Grown Children, Motherhood
Mom and grown son smiling

Every year, millions of American families send their children off to their freshman year of college. Their pictures dot our social media feeds. Images of excited students holding collegiate pennants, maybe wearing a hat or holding up their school’s hand sign with beaming smiles. Their parents post excited words about futures and hopes and dreams. One chapter closing. Another opening. A new beginning. So why am I struggling so much? Why does this feel more like a loss than a gain? Why are my tears always on edge, threatening to spill over each time I think about August and what...

Keep Reading

Life Lessons from My Grown Children

In: Faith, Motherhood
Two women's hands on teacups

“Don’t limit a child to your own learning, for he was born in another time.” – Rabindranath Tagore Quietly communing with a loved one in the early morning hours is such an intimate and precious time. Visiting with one’s grown child when all is dark and still is one of life’s purest pleasures. I remember the conversation clearly. My daughter’s husband, small children, and father were all asleep as we whispered and chatted. She and I are both fidgeters by nature, unable to be still for long. This inner restlessness must be remedied, and we are compelled by biology to...

Keep Reading

As a Medical Mom, I Measure Growth Differently

In: Kids, Motherhood
Little girl climbing outside

In most homes, the marks on the wall are a simple celebration of time passing. They are pencil lines that track how many inches a child has gained since their last birthday. But in our home, those marks represent a much deeper, more complex story. When your child lives with multiple hormone deficiencies, growth is never just “natural”—it is a carefully managed medical achievement. However, as any medical mom knows, the story doesn’t end at the top of the head. It begins deep inside, with a tiny gland that isn’t sending the right signals. Having multiple hormone deficiencies is often...

Keep Reading

Hannah Harper Is Every Mom with Babies in Her Arms and a Dream In Her Heart

In: Living, Motherhood
Hannah Harper American Idol winner sings with her young son on her lap

By now, you’ve probably seen the posts flooding your feed: A young mom. Three little boys. A guitar strap embroidered with her children’s drawings. And a crown. When Hannah Harper won American Idol this week, moms everywhere erupted. And honestly? Same. There is something collective about watching a stay-at-home mom win on such a large stage. The celebrations have been pouring in. Moms, we can do it. She didn’t abandon her dreams. She went for it. And all of that is true, and all of that is worth celebrating. But I want to add something to the celebration. Not to...

Keep Reading

Watching Your Children Build the Life You Prayed For Is Beautiful

In: Grown Children, Motherhood
Mother dancing with son at wedding

“I love you, Mom.” “Hmmm?” (A little louder) “I love you.” “I love you too…so very much.” I’d been deep in thought, listening to the lyrics we were slowly dancing to. I knew this moment of ours was supposed to be the time to say all the things, but this boy and I had already said all the things, so the song the deejay played—written by Lori McKenna and sung by Tim McGraw—enchanted our ears: When the dreams you’re dreamin’ come to you When the work you put in is realized Let yourself feel the pride but Always stay humble...

Keep Reading