A couple months ago I was reading in the New Testament and read this scripture, which I have always found kind of interesting. I don't know why, it just seemed kind of out-of-place. It is at the end of the "Christmas story" in Luke 2. After describing what has happened with the birth of Jesus Christ a verse states:
"But Mary kept all these things, and pondered them in her heart."
(Luke 2:19)
Again, I don't know why I have always found it odd. But for some reason it has come to my mind several times over the last couple of months and I have always kind of dismissed it. But this last week I was doing my scripture study one night after having a very discouraging mom day. I felt very defeated and this scripture came to my mind again.
Now what I am about to say is completely the gospel according to Elise. But these were the thoughts that came to my mind as I thought about that scripture.
Being a mom is hard. We hear that often and I knew that it would be "hard." You hear that so much you know it has to be true going into motherhood. But even though every day I thank my Father in Heaven for trusting me enough to be a mother - the job I have always wanted more than anything my entire life. And there are moments when things are so sweet and wonderful that it brings happy tears to my eyes. But there are also times that bring tears of inadequacy and discouragement.
Because this is a calling that I wanted so much my entire life I so badly want to be good at it. I want to be the best mother for my children - the kind of mother they need and deserve. And sometimes I find myself so sad with myself because I feel like I am not measuring up. And I really don't feel any competition with other Mom that you hear so much of these days, but I feel so much pressure to be the best for my children. It's hard and there are so many moments of self-doubt. You find yourself start to thinking, "where have I gone wrong?" (which I never thought I would be thinking when my oldest is only two-years-old), and if only I was a better Mom than tantrums wouldn't happen, and maybe (and this is the hardest one), I don't deserve to be a mom.
So bringing this all back, although we all know that our Savior, Jesus Christ was perfect and therefore quite literally, "the perfect child", Mary was still a mother. And like anyone does that has held a brand-new baby in their arms you hold them with so much hope for the future and so many dreams of who they are and the good that they can do in the world. I like to think that those were some of the things that Mary thought as she "pondered...in her heart."
But Mary was still a mother. And although to be called to be the mother of the Savior she was obviously an elect lady in every way I am sure she still had moments of self-doubt. Moments when she wondered if she was doing all that she should.

So this Mother's Day I am learning that motherhood is complex. It truly is the most rewarding calling and the work that God wants me to do right now. And I have an ever-growing respect for every woman throughout time, that has given of themselves in a role that is so complex and selfless. I feel like it is through this role as "mom" that my Heavenly Father is molding me to be the person He wants me to be. It is humbling. But also sweet. There are moments when I can quite literally feel the Spirit working inside me guiding and molding me.
I know that I have a lifetime (and probably than some) to continue to learn how to be an "angel Mother." And I will continue to thank my Heavenly Father and my children for giving me the opportunity to try and be better every day.