Look for the evidence mamas.
They may scream and cry and possibly hit or throw things. They may not litsten and glare at you. The days get cloudy sometimes but look for the evidence of truth.
You may find it in a smile, a giggle, a hug or a gentle “mommy you ok?” As you bury your head in your hands with tears streaming down your face. Look for the evidence that says your doing a good job. Look for the evidence that says your more than enough. Look for the evidence that says you are a good mom. Not perfect. But good.
Look for it friend. The evidence is there. I am sure of it. Today I’m looking for it and I found it in his smile and his snotty nose which he affectionately rubbed on my cheek because he wanted to be close.
|Stay at home Mama to three busy boys|
Just gushing over these little piles of cloths. Who knew I’d be a mommy to three little men? Not I. But God knew. I’m sure he laughed when my high school self declared “no way, I do not want children.”…then I imagine He smiled when my heart changed to, “Well, maybe if* I meet the right guy.” And then I imagine he nodded his head in approval He knit my heart to Bryan’s.
And then he waited.
God is never in a hurry and He is crazy patient. If you want to know His heart and His plan for you He’s a gentleman. He won’t force you. But if you ask Him. If you seek Him He is so incredibly faithful to talk to you and show you what He’s got for you. And when we listen. When we go where He wants us to go, do what He wants is to do, be who He wants us to be. Well, you just might find yourself to be a mommy of three. That’s what happened to me. His plan is so so good. More extravagant than I could have ever imagined. And the best is still to come.
I went on a morning date with this handsome fella.
There is a long list about being a mommy I could make laced with what I call “mom guilt”. It’s a topic not talked about enough but it’s there. And I imagine no matter your little ones age it’s there trying to steal time and joy and strength. Guilt about all the things. Did I spend enough time with you? Did I give you enough attention? Am I teaching you enough? Did I spend our day correcting you too much? I shouldn’t have yelled. I should be more peaceful. More patient. More of everything and everyone else I compare myself too. But all of it is rooted in fear. Fear and worry. Am I enough for you? That’s the bottom line. But you know what? Simply you being born as my son is evidence that I’m more than enough for you. Not because I say so and certainly not because most days I even feel it. But because God entrusted you too me and in that I know He was confidently declaring that I AM says I am more than enough. All of me. The good. The bad and yes even the ugly. I’m learning right along side you and I’m starting to be ok with not being perfect for you. I’m starting to embrace that my weakness will add value to your life just as much as my strengths. You are one of the greatest gifts I’ve ever been given and instead of standing in a place of “I might mess this up” I’m going to on purpose stepping into “I’m more than enough,”. Not in my own strength but by His grace that says I’m more than enough.
And you too Mama, if your reading this and your heart relates, know that you are more than enough. All of you. .
Today we 🍩🍩🍩 and I loved every moment with just you baby boy.