Last night as I was nursing Ignatius, it overwhelmed me to think of how tangible my purpose was in that moment. Life literally flows from me to him in an act that is full of sacrifice and patience and closeness.
In so many ways, my purpose as a mother is life-giving in ways similar to that moment. I am called to a sacrificial and patient love, I am called to nurture life in myself so it can pour out to my household, I am called to slow down and observe.
It may not always feel easy or beautiful, a lot of the time it looks like bum wiping, floor washing, clothes folding, reading one more story. But even these small acts are life-giving, a small part of a great vocation.