Those not so stellar days that I would rather put onto a shelf and not file away in my memory – Yep, you know the very days I am speaking to.
Not my finest moments. Still brain bending about what could have made the day better, or how I could have used each opportunity differently.
I don’t want to just make this motherhood stuff up as I go.
I want to talk about, hear about it, gather stories of hope and cling to the promises.
This is where I am – most days as a mom.
Step into my home for a few hours and you will find the toilet paper roll empty,
fifty a few piles of laundry to fold, a few beds un -made, and at least one child and myself arguing discussing a conflict.
Holding the baby girls hands as she sits on the potty 200 hundred times a day – so that she will not be afraid of falling in. Holding a train of hands and linking arms as we cross the busy streets to ballet. Gentle hands as I remove that painful sliver, and holding the baby’s fingers as she walks one step at a time to walk the 15 steps to her room.
Wouldn’t it be just grand if someone would walk in the door that very minute and fold a load of laundry, help give baths, stick dinner in the oven for me, while I spend time doing the things I would much rather be doing with my kiddos. Talking more, listening more, understanding more. Yes, I hold their hands – but I want to spend more time holding their hearts.
Is there HOPE?
And what about my older children? The very children that I use to hold hands with – helping them move from crawling to walking, running across the playground without injury, and feeling the tiny little fingers that I felt I could forever keep safe.
They are grown now. Making their decisions, while I struggle to find the balance that keeps them thinking straight, walking in His paths, and understanding that their authority is to a Higher calling now.
Who is going to help us find HOPE in this every day motherhood. Forgetting all of our lists, while we listen to words of wisdom and understanding ?
A community of moms. Where we all come from the same deep-down place – Knowing Motherhood.
I need a moms conference just as much as you. I still live this perpetual life of grit and joy.
We cannot hold their hands forever. Joining together in one place for HOPE in March of 2014 will be as much for me as for you.
Yes, I have a vision – but every vision needs a flame. We -YOU and I – Together. March of 2014