So…the day is approaching where we show honor to those amazing women that birthed and cared for us. This is one of those days that we hold so dear because there is nothing like a mother. Those women that sacrifice so much of themselves so that we can be well. From conseption to well into and through adulthood we count on these women for so much. They are the ultimate givers and till death do us part we strive to match the heart and soul that they’ve poured into us.
I’m a little over two months into motherhood, and I have such a new found respect for mothers. It is a weighty call to be a mother. I can only speak to what I know, so please don’t take offense fathers. Fathers are invaluable and I do not discount your place. With that being said….WOW, MOTHERS! I look at the idea that moms always make things happen. With much sacrifice, moms make sure things get done. It can seem like there are not enough hours in the day or not enough resources, but some how and some way MOMS GET IT DONE. I’ve heard many people refer to their mothers as supermoms. Or even as a cute meme we play with the idea that moms somehow have superpowers . We just can’t fathom how they are able to do all that they do, and still manage to approach us with the measure of gentleness that they do. I used to think to myself…I would lose my mind if I had to ….
So as I think about superheros it leaves me saying to myself, this mom thing is hard!! When are my super powers going to kick in? When am I going to stop feeling as though I’m leaving something out, I’m messing this up, or why did I do this? I think the super aspect comes in when us moms feel these things but we show up regardless. Making things happen doesn’t mean the absence of self doubt, we just move forward doing our best anyway.
I’m NOT SUPERMOM! I guarentee that I will make a ton of mistakes. I will mess something up. I will disappoint my daughter. I realize that I don’t want to be super. I want to be as incredibally human as I am. I want my daughter to see me grow through my mistakes. I want her to love me past her disappoinments in me. I don’t ever want to teach her, through my example, that she has to be perfect. She has to show up! She has to do her best! I want her to know that what she lacks, Christ will make up the difference. She can show up as herself, understanding that God will grace her through every single facet of her life.
Because I’ve presented myself as human I can raise a strong, smart, loving young lady that knows her own strenghths as well as weaknessess. Who knows that wheather I’m there or not she is capable. Who knows that she has been graced to succeed in life. And most importantly, that she lacks nothing that she needs to get through every point in her life.
Psalm 84:11 “For the Lord God is a sun and shield: the Lord will give grace and glory: no good thing will he withold from them that walk uprightly.”
Pray for me through this journey…MOMS ROCK!!