Those conversations were my gray area. Three-minute-long dialogues in the car or grocery checkout line. So much of parenting is found in these truncated discussions between cereal aisles and bedtime prayers.
I looked at the clock on the oven and once I said “go,” my ears filled with words and phrases that broke my heart.
Now, in a quiet house, I see unfolding time without the blur of the craziness of insistence. I look back un-harried and recognize the precious calling of those years.
Dear daughter, I never knew if I would write this letter to you. Yet here I am, swaying back and forth before this screen, you strapped tightly to me, nuzzled against my chest as I listen to your soft breathing. And out come these words I have held within me for so long, never knowing […]
I could have given her a fluffy answer, but I decided to tell her the truth. “Mommy spent a lot of time believing lies about herself, too.”
I stepped forward to intervene, but then I saw him lean in close to his crying sister, and I stopped.
My words encouraging her to see herself as beautiful and unique fell short when I could hardly look in the mirror without finding a flaw in myself. She was watching.
This is motherhood in its simplest, most beautiful form. And it is something each of us can give, even in our most exhausted and depleted moments…
Raising kids stirs something deep in our souls — an innate knowing that our time is finite. Taking my kids outside in creation, I’m discovering how to stretch our time and pack it to the brim with meaning. God’s creativity provides the riches of resources for teaching the next generation who He is and how He loves us. Join our adventure and discover inspiration and resources for refusing rush, creating habits of rest, living intentionally, and making the most of this beautiful life!