Remembering Grace: Reflection for Mamas
You guys!! I can’t even begin to explain how excited I am to write my first post. I have been
overthinking about what my first post would be, what on earth would I write?? Is anyone actually going to read this? There were so many ideas jumping around in my head, just not one that I thought would be amazing. So, today my husband told me to “just go write something“. I sat down at my computer, the first time all week I had a second to myself, and strangely enough I wanted to play with my boys. And half of me is saying, “um hello Sarah you get a second alone, rejoice!”. But, since my husband is forcing me to write (thanks babe), I want to share a story, a bit of inspiration, for the weary mama. We mamas need to remember grace.
It all started out as a normal day. I tried to wake up early to have a sweet moment to myself. You know those moments are few and far between. Sometimes I just want to drink my coffee without interruption. Of course, I turned my alarm off and was woken up by Charlie, whining in his room. Moments later, Liam calls for me. Another day begins.
We go downstairs and I watch every last drop of coffee seemingly move at the speed of molasses into my mug. Could it possibly take any longer?? Liam is mad that Charlie wants to play with the pillows. Wait, what pillows? My nice pillows?? Oh, yes, those ones, mama. Great.
It’s finally down brewing and I make my way to the couch. Can I sit and drink coffee while they play? No. Charlie brings a book over for me to read, looking up at me with his sweet blue eyes. Liam comes over, too and we snuggle on the couch for the millionth rendition of “Dear Zoo” (which is a great book by the way!).
The coffee gets colder.
Can I sit and drink coffee now? Mama is tired. No. Liam won’t let Charlie play with his stormtroopers. Charlie keeps destroying Liam’s puzzle. Now they want to eat.
I make them breakfast. These boys, how I love my boys, but these boys take an hour to eat breakfast. To eat any meal. Charlie hardly eats at all. Between making breakfast for both of them and making sure they actually eat the breakfast, my coffee is cold and I have not eaten.
I’m grumpy. I’m tired. I’m hungry. And, honestly, I probably smell a little. I need a shower.
We mosey back into the living room, second cup of coffee in hand and I sit down, exhausted on the couch. How am I going to do this again today?
Then these little boys of mine started playing with the “nice” pillows. They laughed and giggled. Liam was gentle, Charlie was sweet. And I sat there, watching those two play, and I started to cry.
I felt God’s presence in the room.
You see, motherhood is filled with grace. It’s filled with self-doubt, comparisons, judgement, and failure. But, it’s filled with grace. God’s grace. In that moment, I remembered that despite my faults, my failings, my sins, God chose me to mother these sweet boys. What a blessing that is!
So, all you weary mamas out there, remember God chose you to mother your children. It’s not a contest. It’s not a race to the finish line. It’s not a game of comparison. You are doing a great job! You are an excellent mama! Let us all create a community to uplift other mamas, to bring grace to motherhood.
In this day, remember grace.
To my dear, sweet, creative, hard on the outside but gooey soft on the inside daughter-in-law –
Reading your ‘Remembering Grace’ post above reveals to others what I have slowly come to know and love about you.
On the other hand, I kinda hate that you can bring tears to my eyes in a sentence or two:
” And I sat there, watching those two play, and I started to cry.
I felt God’s presence in the room.”
Still lovin’ you,
I can’t believe you not only read my blog but also left the nicest, sweetest, most thoughtful comment. My response is to say your traits are eerily similar to, if not exactly the same as what you said of me. I’m so happy we can (continue to) be “Everybody Loves Raymond”.