I’ve been thinking about motherhood lately. Specifically, I’ve been hoping that I can work through my issues quickly so my children wont suffer too much.
I mean that last sentence seriously.
I’ve been trying to bring back memories of my mom from when I was Audrey’s age. I remember the radio being on the local Christian station and hearing lots of Insight for Living. I remember pretending to go to sleep for a nap and really staying up and dressing up in my favorite red and white checked dress. I remember writing her notes that always ended in “I love you and I love you all the time” (I must have been older than Audrey if I was writing that). I remember fighting over my hair every Sunday morning when she would curl it all cute. I longed for my hair to be long and feathered. I can not count the number of arguments and tears shed over my hair. I remember seeing my mom sitting out on the deck, from time to time, crying.
I wish I could ask her now what was going through her mind then. I want to ask her, “How did you navigate growing up and establishing your own family in the midst of a crazy, broken world where there are so many other demands and how did you do that while establishing a new way of relating as a friend, a daughter and a sister as an adult?”
I was thinking those thoughts as I stumbled onto this post yesterday. Here’s a portion that jumped out at me:
“Perhaps there was something more powerful to experience than a perfect Mother: the wonder of a committed Mother who simply humbles herself.
Like that Shepherd who knew the cost of relationship, chose to pay the price, and, staggeringly, “humbled Himself… even to the point of death on a cross” (Phil 2:8).
Out of the ashes and brokenness of our sin, rises the breathtaking exquisiteness of humility and grace, the Cross. And out of the anguish and woundedness of Mama’s life, surfaced a gentle humility and a dogged devotion to relationship. Regardless.
I felt the strangling terror give way to realization. Motherhood does not require, thankfully, perfection. It simply requires commitment and humility.”
As I reflect on Mother’s Day, I’m very thankful that I had a mother who did have a commitment to relationship. I never doubted that and I’m very grateful. She was such a great example of the quote from that blog post: “It’s not that you aren’t going to blow it. It’s what you do with it when you do.”
Oh boy, have I blown it and I’m only 6 years into this. It’s my prayer that I’ll be humble and committed and devoted to relationship over saving face or things that wont matter in the end.
Mom, if you can read blog posts in Heaven, I want you to know that I still love you and love you all the time.

Mom holding newborn Brian. Brian was born at 29 weeks.

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