The reality is – there is this struggle in allowing yourself room to breathe. Who is that woman in the mirror today? Are her thoughts even seeing the beauty God has given her, or the gifts that peek out at her day to day?
The tasks and to-do’s can take over the brain as simply as waking up when the first child calls her name or peer the little faces peer in her door each morning. She is goal-driven and focused on everyone and everything else – that the “me in my motherhood,” slips under the surface of meals, and groceries, errands and correction.
Even the beautiful act of worship has lost its personal road into her heart… for the attention it takes to bring a family to Church and striving to keep the peace, over-rides her attention to the Words on the page and the words fitly spoken. Is there a mama who doesn’t identify with the lost woman in the pew, wishing for a moment to read Matthew and her sweet Saviors command to “Come unto me, all ye that labor …… and I will give you rest.”
When did she begin driving with such intensity, and yet pure mental abandonment to how she was feeling, or when shehad eaten last. Why would this mama even consider going for a walk, to think, to ponder, or to hear – the quiet. Has she really convinced herself there is not time – for me?
“The Me in Motherhood,” is sub–consciously slid under the rug of sacrifice and guilt driven words. A mama begins to forget who she is in Christ. Her identity becomes lost in the shuffle and dance of multi-tasking, nurturing, and mis-placed priorities. Giving herself to the grandest mission of motherhood, is not to lose the creation that God is molding and holding in His hands every day.
Have we forgotten to laugh? What does that feel like? Some days, when life becomes so serious and there is not even room in our minds to play, to bend the schedule, or to see beyond the tasks at hand to a beautiful portrait of grace painted for us on the cross - we have lost our way.
Find your way back. To the good ole’ days of youthful smiles that cheered on the mistakes and laughed in the face of late bed times. Dig into your soul for the joy that beams back a happy and peaceful women – that seems to have been set aside for a more serious task – that which you are the only one taking it “so very seriously.”
Ride the waves of laughter around you until the sun sets peacefully on your home. You do not need to lose the “”you in your calling.” Lost is not part of committed.
For that which He called us to – He will be faithful to the end.
Don’t leave the “me in your motherhood” behind.
What do remember of happy and care-free? Can you re-discover your “me in your motherhood” this week?