It doesn’t matter if you were president of the Babysitters Club, had 5 younger siblings or read every baby book on the market, there is simply nothing that fully prepares you for the 24/7 on-demand, 180’ life-change that is motherhood.
Being a mom is not easy and being a parent in itself is the hardest role you will ever own. But is is one that God has and will continue to totally equip you for and in.
In the recent season of my life, I have started seeing my parenting role and my relationships with my children as a garden. There are so many things or weeds that try to grow where they are not wanted nor intended to be. Insecurities, doubt, fear, sadness, lack of faith, worry, anxiety, offense, etc..
“How did you prepare your children for such a big move?” A friend asked.
Our recent cross-country move sparked questions from a friend who may face a move of her own in the future. As moms, we experience job changes, moves, deployments, school shifts, and even hormonal changes in our kids. Navigating change for our families takes intention. When it comes to change, the right balance is key. We can’t dismiss the weight of change, nor can we tie our life’s fulfillment to it.
I’ve struggled with depression for most of my adult life. As a child I was always happy. Then at age 19 it seemed like a switch flipped in my head. From then on it felt like I was crawling uphill, trying very hard to enjoy life and live in freedom. I wanted to have joy so desperately that I began to study the brain in an attempt to figure out what happened to me. Alongside that, I kept hiding God’s Word in my heart, trying to find that joyful connection with Him. The results of my studies, especially those from the Life Model have taught me some unexpected things.
‘Self-care’ is a topic that gets a lot of attention within circles of moms these days, and for good reason. While taking care of ourselves is fairly easy when we only have ourselves to take care of, it proves to be a lot more challenging once we throw children into the picture and begin sacrificing all of our time and energy into raising them.
I used to LOVE storms as a child. The kind that knocked out the power and my family would cuddle in the living room next to the good-for-nothing fireplace that barely put out any heat. I loved when we would break out the candles and pull out the flashlights. The atmosphere of our home would literally change. I loved the sound of the thunder and the way it made the windows shake. It felt so majestic and so much bigger than me. And then my dad would come home and turn on the generator and all would be back to normal. We were known for asking our dad to just give us one night without power so we could “rough it” like the rest of our neighborhood.
I was sitting in the parking lot of Target with tears streaming down my face. And these weren’t happy tears because I knew I would go in for one ordinary item and come home with a bag (or two) of glorious finds that would fill my home with beauty and unnecessary trinkets. These were tears of grief. Of loss. Of friendship.
“Here’s what I know about Heaven’s daughter: She is lovely, intelligent, and capable. Her life is connected rather than isolated. She is loved by God and hated by Satan. She is oppressed worldwide by both subtle and obvious means. The question remains: What might she be collectively if she was supported and strategic?” -Lisa Bevere
To every new mother who has or is going to have a daughter, this is for you.