So the other day I was making scrambled eggs and man were they good. I hadn’t had eggs in a very long time, and I stopped and thought a lot about them and why I loved them so much. The next day I was making French toast and thought the same thing, and it keeps coming up so much in my time here. Then I had a revelation, my job is to be a mom. I am to teach these kids what my mom taught me. In the midst of the helping assist run this orphanage and home schooling, I am a mom to 61 kids of ages 18 months to 22 years old. Yea, you are probably thinking, well yea Tabitha you have talked about that in your previous blogs, or what did you expect when going to an orphanage, but I really don’t think you can understand what I mean—I want you to think of every time your mom gave you something, taught you, helped you, or even disciplined you, and think of where you would be without her giving heart and wisdom. And then think of how I am that for these kids here who don’t have mom’s to give that to them.
When the girls are hurting from a broken heart, I am supposed to use my past experience, my mother’s advice and give all I can to these girls to help them heal and know what a man of God might look like; I am supposed to teach these kids my ways, to cook scrambled eggs with them, to make the best French toast in the world with them, to help and teach them to clean up their messes when they make them, to take them to their choral festivals at church and give them encouraging words and cheer them on, watch and encourage them while they play basketball and soccer games, sit and do homework with them, even teach them myself in home school, sing songs to them at bed time, make snacks for them, discipline and teach them when they don’t listen or follow instructions, patch up boo-boos and give TLC when they are out of control crying over someone saying “shut up” to them, and last but not least teach them the word of God and be an example of Christ to them with my own life.
Now that is some big responsibility.
With that being said, I am in need of your prayers. I need you to pray that God gives me the strength that moms all over the world have to take care of their children, because I want to be just like them. I need you to pray for God’s wisdom for my life—for me to be able to give so much knowledge and words of God’s wisdom to these kids. And lastly pray that I can feel successful at this mom thing, because being a mom to 61 kids is a ridiculously draining job that you really don’t feel very good at sometimes.
So, that leads into an obvious conclusion that I have a greater appreciation for moms and the jobs they do and continue to do throughout their entire lives for us. So give some props to your mom, and the next time you see her give her the biggest hug, kiss and “thank you” you possibly can, because she made you who you are today and will keep giving all she can to you until the day she can’t anymore.
