We’ve all heard the clichés. . .”Life goes by fast, they’re growing like a weed, you blink and they’re gone. . .” My mind begins to wander in to a mountain of worry. I can’t help it. I fell to pieces there sitting on the toilet lid in my bathroom. My husband whispered from the other side of the door, “everything okay?”
I had just finished putting everyone to bed and realized as I was getting ready to go to sleep—and I’m pretty sure my last words were less than love-filled as I’m growing more and more irritated at the constant getting out of their beds. The realization that our son, Quinn, is becoming so independent. He has slowly stopped asking me to “come say good night”, which is code for come to my bed so we can talk and play a game of cards:))
As the enemy tries to seep his way in to my most private thoughts and insecurities. . .it’s important to take a moment to put him right back where he belongs.
I love what Ann Voskamp says to us mamas. . .
“Maybe being the mama I want to be isn’t so much about being more, but trusting more — trusting more in the God of Hagar and Ruth and Hannah, the God who sees the angst, who nourishes the empty places, who hears the unspoken cries — and answers.
That godly parenting isn’t ultimately about rules — but having a relationship with an ultimate God and His children.
That godly parenting isn’t fuelled by my efforts — but by God’s grace.
Maybe it all comes down to this: My kids don’t need to see a Super Mama. They need to see a Mama who needs a Super God.”
My hope is that the someone that needs to hear this —does: Bad moments don’t make bad mamas.
Big Hug, Amy