I see you. Surrounded by little hands always needing something. Covered in yesterdays dreams still wearing yesterdays yoga pants. You listen again and again. Vigilantly watching and try desperately to manage, coordinate and plan. You sometimes scream. You go all day and do all night and stay up late to finish. With unending laundry and always empty orange juice jugs, the morning coffee is not ever quite early enough, and by dusk the list is never more than half way done.
Its ok. Love, it is ok.
The disruptions are great and frequent, as the stewarding of these young lives is never clear cut. Teaching character along side arithmetic is a lot harder than it seems. Cleaning up messes is as tedious as is the tender mending of little broken hearts. Identifying and rectifying attitudes outside your own is a skill, but you’ve got this.
I see you. I know these days are long and the hours even longer. I know the wrestle deep in your bones and the exhaustion in your eyes. I know.
Sweet one, I am with you. You are not failing. This tilling and sowing, this nurturing and care-taking – it is kingdom work. You may not see the fruit of all of this effort, but I do. I see it all. I see your faithful giving and I see the coming harvest. Yes, I know, you feel less than adequate today but don’t worry, please don’t worry. Love, I filled in today where you lacked. Their souls and hearts are covered in my presence. That’s grace, sweet one. Free and unmerited, for you and for them.
So tonight, stop striving. Take a deep breath. You are exactly the mom I had in mind when I formed these little ones. Now rest Momma, rest. I will be here in the morning walking beside you in this path of mothering.