I loved what Deanna had to say in her last post, didn’t you? Though her babes are less than three years old, she’s gained such wisdom in her early years of motherhood. Trial by fire, in some ways, yes, but iron is strengthened in the forge, isn’t it?
That is motherhood in a nutshell. It’s not for wimps, that’s for sure.
I’ve had several occasions over the last week to remember this truth. I don’t need to get into the details of the particular instances, but let’s just say we had a healthy portion of conflict here at the ranch. If you have children, you probably did, too. I’m going to guess that our ruminations over them might sound familiar.
As I stood in the laundry room, folding clothes and stewing over the latest conflict, a myriad of thoughts ran through my head.
You are going to screw this up. Despite your best intentions, there’s still going to be a way that you’ve failed your kids.
That was one of them. And it’s true. I am going to mess up. I am going to get to the end of their childhoods and realize that I should have done something differently. I already wonder these things with my fifteen year old. And my four year old.
Just give it up. Do whatever you want. It doesn’t really matter anyway.
So tempting, is it not? We try to stick to our guns, be the mature ones, do what’s right — and in light of the first point, there will still be mistakes. Why not just give up? We will not be able to fill this role perfectly. It is tempting to just throw in the towel and let the chips fall where they may.
He needs you to know you have not given up on him. He needs to know that you’re on his side — and that you will fight for him.
Oh, how true THAT is. Giving up on motherhood, on doing what I think is right, on being mature when I really want to be the one throwing the tantrum, would be tantamount to giving up on my child.
What I do, whether correct or incorrect, whether successful or not, matters.
It matters that I fight for the cause of my children, even if that’s fighting their desires to go the wrong way or believe the wrong things about me or themselves. Even if I repeat myself. Even if I feel like I’m not making any progress.
Giving up on motherhood would be giving up on them. And I love them.
God has called me to be a mother to these children. That is the task set before me. He doesn’t expect me to do it perfectly, but He does expect me to show up.
So, I pick myself up, dust myself off, and go back into the fray, even if that means doing it imperfectly.
Yet those who wait for the Lord
Will gain new strength;
They will mount up with wings like eagles,
They will run and not get tired,
They will walk and not become weary.