With Wings Like Eagles

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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.
Isaiah 40:31

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  1. Oh I can so relate to this. Thank you for the encouragement that giving up is giving up on them! I so want to do this right and yet every single day I fail my little guys! My words and my selfishness are training them in ways i don’t want. I have a desire to do well and yet so often God is showing me that it isn’t me doing well, it is Him in me that the boys need to see and experience! Blessings on you and your ministry!

  2. Amen. Amen. Amen. With you in this mommahood struggle. Love always wins though, and if we love…we head back in there and do it.

  3. And by picking yourself up and dusting yourself off, you hopefully teach them to pick themselves up and dust themselves off. One of the things I realized with my oldest is that I did such a good job protecting him when he was younger that he never really had the chance to realize how strong and resilient he is. I had to remind him(after a setback in adulthood) that even successful people have a list of failures. It doesn’t matter who you are from the President to the guy who bags groceries, if you live long enough then you will fail. It’s just a part of life. Failure is uncomfortable, but a failure is also an opportunity to learn and grow. You just need the perserverance to pick yourself up, dust yourself off, and learn from your mistakes.

    I hope things get better for you. Parenting teens is definitely not for the faint at heart. I wanted to cry the first time my oldest told me how unfair I was(along with a guilt trip on how if I loved him….). With 3 teens under my belt now(and one that just turned teen but has yet to unfurl the DRAMA), I pretty much have gotten used to it. How sad is that.

  4. Man, I’ve had many of the same thoughts this week. Like why not just let my oldest become permanently attached to his portable do-dad, why not just let him spend all his time sequestered away behind his bedroom door. Why bother fighting over all of it ALL THE TIME. But, even though I really just wanted to take a nap today, I took him out for boots and hot chocolate and even that little effort on my part makes all the difference.

    My favorite verse for moms–Isaiah 40:11
    He tends his flock like a shepherd:
    He gathers the lambs in his arms
    and carries them close to his heart;

  5. right on target! In the pits?!?!?! The Lord will lift us up and help us fly as eagles.