M snuggles our little ones; when they really need her, sheer doesn't let mud, syrup or something even less pleasant get in the way.
Case in point, this morning our baby woke up in her own vomit. M snuggled her anyway until we were able to make it all better.
M gets tired - deep down, will-sucking, faith shaking, soul-rending tired.
The children won't listen to her; I may not listen to her; at times it must seem as though even He has stopped listening to her. I know from conversations with her that she has had enough; she's tempted to give up. Thank Heaven she doesn't. She is a tremendous force for good in our family despite here inner struggles and the demons of her doubt.
M shows our children how to keep the Sabbath holy.
She could lecture about what activities to avoid. Instead she takes time out of her "day of rest" to model proper Sunday activities by spending time doing those things with them.
