How many times have young moms been in the trenches and needed someone older to swoop us up in their seasoned survivor arms, hug us tight and remind us of the truth? How many times have we not cried out for help because we were ashamed to? Because someone along the way told us that asking for help meant weakness? Tired, worn out and frustrated mamas – this is for you.
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No long post today. Starting with the ridiculously long title and the use of the word “just”, this will actually go against all the rules of blogging but I don’t care. These two simple sentences are something I desperately needed someone to tell me once upon a time when going through the hardest thing I’ve ever endured in my life.
I’m currently reading a book and going through the online bible study, Come With Me, by Suzanne Eller. I’m not very far into the book but these two questions captured me and I’ve been camping out on it for a while.
“Have you ever had someone ask you to do something that makes no sense in the natural? What do you do if that request comes from Jesus?” Come with Me, Suzanne Eller
I’ve visited the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier in Arlington National Cemetery. It was raining that day. Fitting. I remember the heaviness I felt as I wondered how many families and friends lost a loved one and had no resolution.
“A man’s heart plans his way, but the Lord directs his steps.” Proverbs 16:9
I’ve lived in a lot of towns but the town I call my hometown would be the small yet rapidly growing town of Lake Jackson, Texas. The city was developed in the early 1940’s by the founder of Dow Chemical, Alden B. Dow, as a company town for employees and their families.
We don’t have time to stop right now. We need to keep the pace. There’s so much to do and so little time to do it in. But the sidewalk’s edge was so inviting. It compelled us to stall our pace even if for a moment. “We’re just going to sit right here for a bit,” we said. “It will be good for us,” we said. And it was.
We all have a mom.
This is a simple fact of life. We may call her mother, birth mom, mama, or mommy but we all came from a woman’s womb. No matter our age or situation, I believe every kid longs to have a mother that makes them feel loved and special. Kids don’t need perfection. I don’t even think kids expect perfection. We might catch ourselves saying, “I wish my mom was . . .” or “I wish my mom would . . .” Or we might catch ourselves saying, “I’m so glad my mom was . . .” or “I’m so thankful my mom did . . .” Sometimes we realize this by having the mom of our dreams and sometimes we realize this by having a mom who is not the stuff dreams are made of. Regardless, we all have moms and there is something to be grateful for—even if simply our heartbeat. Each of our lives has a purpose. We can rejoice in the healthy relationships we’ve had with our moms and give ourselves permission to grieve the relationships we might wish we’d had.
We moms go through most of our years wondering if we’re doing anything right. Wondering if we’re screwing up our kids. Wondering if they hear anything we’re saying. Wondering if they have any clue how much we love them. As a seasoned mom and with only one left at home (and even she has one foot already out of the nest) I can look over my past mom years and wonder no more.
I’m off to London for a quick fun trip with my sister next week. I realized today that we’ve never been on a trip together as adults. Neither of us have been kids for quite a while but it’s fun to think about a trip with no parental supervision. haha! We are both huge fans of all things Jane Austen. Although someone recently told me I can’t really be considered a true fan if I’ve only seen her movies and not read the books. haha! Bonus ultra fan points for those who have read her books multiple times. Anyway, on those terms, I suppose I’m not as much of a fan as others but I will argue, that ANYTHING Jane Austen is fan-worthy and anyone who loves anything Jane Austen can be in my fan club, lame as some may think it.