It was one Sunday morning. I woke up after sleeping in, only to find the sun already high in the sky. Lying next to my sleeping son, I wanted to sleep a little longer too. But I couldn’t because I’m a mom, and a mom has to make breakfast.
I woke my son and jokingly said:
“Son, I think I want to quit being a mom.”
“Why?”
“Because I feel like I’ve been a mom for too long. Now you be my mom.”
“When I go to heaven, I’ll be your mom,” he said.
Hearing his words, I thought of our Heavenly Mother. Even today, Mother begins the day at dawn, praying for Her children, watching over us, and protecting us. Her sacrifice knows no end. Yet here I was feeling tired for a moment and wanting to lay down the burden of being a mom. I felt truly ashamed.
I quickly got up and made breakfast. I felt a renewed gratitude for being a “mom” who could, even just a little, understand the sacrifice of our Heavenly Mother.