Too many times, the day-to-day happenings of motherhood can become ordinary. They can seem so monotonous that we might mistake them for commonplace, when really they are our own personal once-in-a-lifetime moments.
As children get older, you trade one set of worries for another. You have less control and have to watch them make mistakes and deal with hard consequences. I can honestly say I constantly have a prayer in my heart for their well-being and their choices.
The other day we were going to the store to buy garland for our banister. I wanted to make our home look homey and festive…so my children would feel the “holiday spirit” in our home. However, the children had other ideas in mind.
My arms lift and love through every grand gesture and mundane task of motherhood, of which there are many. And it’s not just my arms that have acquired strength. It’s all of me.
A lot of people would say differently, but surely Thomas Paine was actually talking about moments of mothering mayhem when he penned the words, “These are the times that try men’s souls.” Right? I’m sure of it.
Do you ever make long, complicated lists and expect yourself to accomplish EVERYTHING? I learned (the hard way) that it’s much better to learn the art of renegotiation.
I miss the way nursing a baby pushes the pause button on my day. Whatever I needed to do in that moment–freezes. Now I have to remind myself to take those pauses…because I have found time and time again that these moments are where the magic of motherhood lies, waiting.
I’m in an overwhelming season of life, and it’s okay. I don’t need to fix my life. I don’t need to change myself. But I do need to change something.
This week it was easy to see where I fell short, but I can also see how I’ve grown. When my flaws revealed themselves, I showed the strength to get my act back together. What the worst parts of me had damaged, the best parts of me had fixed.
The magic of childhood. How do you make it last, respect it, and hold on to it? By observing, engaging, and nurturing our children’s imaginations, not only can we preserve the magic, we can participate in it.
Are you outlasting the challenges of motherhood? Or is your endurance in need of some work? As mothers, we need to remember that we are built for the long haul—to outlast the hard moments, days, weeks, and years we have before us. We are built to last.
My experience with bed bugs taught me a profound lesson in compassion and humility. We all have our daily battles. Some are more severe than others, yet each one is valid.