In an effort to find this great article on motherhood the other day, I came across a couple of other articles that were, to say the least, not so inspiring.

Apparently being a mom can be boring and many mothers admit being lonelier than they’d ever been in their children’s first years.

And?

Motherhood is not supposed to be entertaining all the time. Sure, shame on the media for perpetuating that image, but greater shame on those who believed it. As grown women, this generation should be able to tell the difference between real life and drama.

To avoid any risk of sounding hypocritical, I realize that I write a blog about motherhood and what it means to me. But the truth that I hope is at the heart of every post I write is that this is not about me.  It’s about these boys:

I didn’t leave my dream job so I could take walks in the park every day. I don’t change diapers for the fun of it. I perform these large and small acts of service because they benefit someone else. I do these things because I am called to love, and sacrifice is what it means to love.

What office job doesn’t have boring tasks? What career doesn’t have some unhappier moments? Really, what reward is truly worth it if there isn’t some struggle along the way?

It shouldn’t be news that motherhood can be boring and it can get lonely. What’s newsworthy are the mothers who accept these tasks and these changes to their identities with full hearts, with faith in a plan greater than their own, and with hope that they are participating in something genuinely worthwhile.

That’s the kind of mother I’m striving to be.

Okay, rant over.