The way Anna crosses her ankles while she makes ice cream cones from play-doh
The way Julia giggles the most in anticipation of you tickling her
The way I sometimes feel I want to scream if Anna repeats a phrase for the 20th time
The way I say Help me, Lord 122437x under my breath
The way Anna smiles her open-mouth-so-huge smile when you arrive home after being gone any length of time
The way both girls KNOW John is home from the way the garage door opens
The way Anna fills in the gaps of sentences in books with her own words
These are the days… of particular battles, joys, difficulties, conversations, ways of being.
Different than last year and different than a year from now.
I’m not telling myself (or you, wonderful person reading this) I have to be thankful for the hardest part of the day. I am saying, don’t live always looking for peace, contentment, rest in the next season. The stamina and sustenance is here, today, in Jesus.
Being a mother is the most wonderful, life-changing, fulfilling job in the world. But it’s also the most challenging, exhausting, leave-you-wanting-to-suck-your-thumb-in-a-corner experience too. Both of those things are solid truth, existing together in the same space. Motherhood is like winning the lottery and working a nightmare job at the same time. It gives me purpose, and yet some days I feel lost and lonely. Being a mom is both rewarding and somehow also annoying. It gives life meaning, but also, why does there have to be so much poop?
Alli Worthington
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