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Glennon Melton on "The Sacred Order of Motherhood"

MeltonGlennon[Our thanks to Glennon Melton--author of Carry On, Warrior and founder of this essay celebrating the mundane work of motherhood. For some, the daily tasks of child rearing can feel lonely. Melton argues that, when it's an expression of love, such tasks can feel like a spiritual practice, that the monotony of motherhood can be sacred.]

A new monk in a monastery had just finished his breakfast. Finding the master alone, he approached him and said, “What is the meaning of life?”

The master replied, “Have you had your breakfast yet?”

“Yes,” the monk said.

“Then go wash your bowl.”

Part of my work is writing. I write to tell my truth and it’s a calling and a privilege.  I’ve been told that the most revolutionary thing one can do is introduce people to each other. This is how walls are broken down, prejudices are shattered, and peace is slowly built. That is why I feel honored and grateful to be a writer. By sharing my truth through my writing, others have felt inspired to share their stories with me, and that exchange has helped us to see that we belong to each other.

But the other part of my work is the work I do as a mother and that work sometimes makes me feel isolated and lonely. A mother’s work is the application of a thousand unnecessary Band-Aids and the sweeping and re-sweeping of the same kitchen floor. The folding and creating of little laundry piles. The refereeing, and car-pooling, and dinner burning, and constant cheering on the sidelines at soccer games. Being a mother is a little like Groundhog Day. It’s getting out of bed and doing the exact same things again, and again, and yet again—and it’s watching it all get undone again, and again, and yet again. It’s humbling, monotonous, mind-numbing, and solitary.

It’s a monk’s work. Mothers are like monks. We do manual labor. We serve others. We nurse the sick. We feed the hungry and comfort the sad. We sing. We teach. We pray and practice, practice, practice patience. The work of a mother is repetitive. We fold the clothes, we wash the bowls, and we sing the same song and read the same bedtime story night after night.

But that work is our prayer. We express our love through service, so that service becomes a spiritual discipline. As mothers, we devote our lives to love and ask for nothing in return but peace and joy for our children.

MeltonSo, mothers, the next time someone asks, “What did you do today?” Please take the time to answer accurately. You did not “clean the bathroom.” This response would be like Annie Leibovitz saying, “Oh, I stood around and pushed some buttons.” No. Today you did the holy work of raising human beings. With each word spoken or unspoken, with each offering of forgiveness, you show your children what it means to be brave and kind. The mundane becomes holy, the ordinary extraordinary.

Whenever I feel all alone in the work of being a mom, I think of monks in a monastery—living in community, doing their holy work together—and I picture all my fellow mother monks in their own little monasteries around the world. I imagine us folding together, wiping bottoms together, drying tears together, scrubbing toilets together, sweeping together, spraying together, scrubbing together, and blowing kisses together. And I imagine us all together, after a long day of holy mother monk work, relaxing on the couch and watching some quality television—like “Wife Swap” or “Real Housewives.” Because really, we don’t actually live in monasteries and TV-watching might also be a spiritual practice.

So moms, the next time you feel lonely in the work of motherhood, remember, we are all in this together. Together, we are doing something beautiful: the sacred work of shaping humans and creating the future.

Happy Mother’s Day.




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It’s getting out of bed and doing the exact same things again, and again, and yet again—and it’s watching it all get undone again, and again, and yet again. It’s humbling, monotonous, mind-numbing, and solitary.

Your article brought me straight back to a friend who led a moms group when I had my first newborn. She taught us to treat daily tasks as sacred, as doing them for our family and for God. She gave us candles and encouraged them lit while doing housework to remind us of the sacredness.

But almost two years ago she lost her battle to Bi-Polar Disease and died. She is missed daily by her friends and family. And especially by her son.

YES, I have often felt like this--the daily tasks of Motherhood and managing the home mundane and why do I have to do the same things over and over and over and often with little gratitude or appreciation. Thank you for reminding me that Mothers' work is about love and it's holy work and that I am not in this alone. Happy Mom's Day.

Motherhood is so lonely. On Mother's Day especially I look to my kids and husband to show some sort of appreciation. When I don't get it, I become sad. I am so grateful and thankful to momastery to remind me of the pure, unappreciated, selfless love we give to our families, and how so important it is. I am reminded that there are so many other monkees out there appreciating me as I appreciate each of them dearly! Thank you and Happy Mothers Day Monkees. I love you so and appreciate the beautiful, wonderful little adults you are creating, nurturing and caring for.

Thanks for reminding me that this is holy work. Sometimes (oftentimes, these days) I feel taken for granted. I needed the reminder of why I am doing this. The reward is worth it! Happy Mother's Day!

Beautifully said. My work is sacred as is every other Mama's. My life can be lived as a prayer or as drudgery...I choose prayer:)

Yes! I'm not a "mama"-mama (yet), but I am a special-education teacher and a nanny and a godmommy, and I love the way you find the holy in the everyday work of caring for children - from tying shoes to teaching bravery - and I am so grateful for your words and for the chance to be a Monkee among such amazing mamas. :-) Happy Mothers' Day, to G and to all!

Yes. The way to early wake ups and the zero personal bubble, good mornin, Glennon and Monkees. I am a mommy and I am proud to serve along with my fellow mommy warriors!! Happy Mothers Day!!

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