Even the traditional hymns, actually written by those pioneers, convey that message. But one hymn in particular touched me this weekend as I thought about (and participated in) my own struggles.

Why should we mourn or think our lot is hard?
‘Tis not so; all is right.
Why should we think to earn a great reward,
if we now shun the fight?

This is always appropriate on a Sunday morning, when I spend an hour trying to keep my children quiet enough to not disrupt the service too much, while my husband sits on the stand. It’s certainly a fight, even with all the generous help we get from others in our congregation.

But it’s appropriate on a higher level, too. It looks like our modern age doesn’t have a monopoly on entitlement, thinking we should earn a great reward without a fight. But really, why should we think to earn a great reward without doing anything to earn it?

Motherhood is hard. I don’t think I’ve ever danced around that, and I learn it again every week. But don’t we all know, deep down, that the things that are really worth doing are the things we really earn?

Because motherhood and our children are worth it.

The rest of the verse encourages us onward:

Gird up your loins; fresh courage take.
Our God will never us forsake;
And soon we’ll have this tale to tell—
All is well! All is well!
—”Come, Come, Ye Saints,” William Clayton

What do you think? How can we be ready and willing to earn the great rewards of motherhood? What are the great rewards of motherhood?

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