Credits

To an absolutely amazing mother - my precious bride and queen - Rachel.  For Mother's Day, 2020.

Vanity of Vanities, Saith the Mother

Vanity of vanities, saith the Mother
All is vanity

What profit is there in my work under the sun?
The labor did not end at childbirth
It has only begun
Each day slowly passes away
And a new one takes its place with the morning sun
But the dirty laundry abides forever

The children desire food every hour
With attitudes increasingly sour
But their stomachs never stay full

Diapers need changing
And again they are soiled
Dishes need washing
But I can't now, so they are piled

Pick up your toys!
No, not in the toilet!
Don't draw on the wall!
Take your socks out of the soup!

There is no remembrance of former things
That time when a hard day meant biology class
Or too many meetings in the office

More laundry, more mess
More tears, it never ends!

Vanity of vanities, saith the Mother
All is vanity


And I said to myself
I will go now to pleasure
And freedom and self
Perhaps this is the way to to be a mother

My kids ran wild like tribal heathens
And I stayed in bed 'till three
I filled my days with instagram
Chocolates and self-pity

Home school became a home zoo
Except a zoo would be more orderly
My husband did what he could
But began to lose his sanity

Then I said in my heart
This also is vanity
Pleasure and comforts both have their place
But they by themselves are not worthy of a mother's pursuit

Vanity of vanities, saith the Mother
All is vanity


Then I said to myself
I will pursue structure
And schedules and plans
Perhaps this is the way to be a mother

I devoured mommy blogs
I started a bullet journal
I scheduled my every waking hour...
I wrote volumes on the calendar

I did meal plans and date plans
And school plans and Bible plans
Chore charts and flow charts
And multi-level-marketing

I took great pride in my organizational achievements
Until my family began to grow cold and distant
And routines crumbled and fell apart

Then I said in my heart
This also is vanity

Structure is good, and plans are helpful
But they by themselves are not worthy of a mother's pursuit

Vanity of vanities, saith the Mother
All is vanity


So finally I sought wisdom
The wisdom from above
And I saw that God has made every thing beautiful in his time

To everything there is a season
To everything there is a purpose
There is nothing better for a mother
Then to labor and rejoice in God's Providence

The blowouts, the long nights
The hugs and the cuddles
The messes, the dirty dishes
Sweet laughter and silly giggles
The tears and exhaustion
The sacrifices of love
Bike rides and Bible stories
The open door of hospitality

This time it is precious
The work will bring fruit
My service is to the Lord
He alone is worthy of a mother's pursuit

Vanity of vanities, saith the Mother
All is vanity

But all is not vanity, saith the Mother
When my gaze is on Eternity