If someone tells you motherhood isn't hard, they're not telling you the truth. Wonderful? Yes. Beautiful? Yes. Inspiring? Yes. Hard? Absolutely. But then really, all of life is hard, isn't it? Messy?
Just the other day, one of my best friends lost her son at the park. Actually, she lost both of her sons at the park. One (the toddler) was running around in the parking lot, and the other was hiding from her in an enclosed slide. Thank God, they were both safe, but she left the park that day a frazzled mess, thoroughly embarrassed and convinced she was getting the worst mother of the year award.
You know, I've lost my kids before, too. They've acted out in public, run away when I called them, and once ... once, they were so terrible in public that I grabbed them both up under my arms and ran out of a building crying. True story.
That's the reality of motherhood. Or at least it's the reality of my motherhood. Not every day is like that. In fact, most of our days are pretty good, but there are just enough of "those days" to leave me on my knees. I can't do it by myself, this mothering thing, so I ask God to help me, lead me, and shape me into the woman he wants me to be so I can partner with him in shaping my kids. If I didn’t, we wouldn’t make it.
And I think that's the way he wants it.
Our lives weren't meant to be easy.
I love the song, "Mighty to Save," by Laura Story. Especially these lyrics:
So take me as You find me, all my fears and failures, fill my life again. I give my life to follow, everything I believe in, I surrender...
As I pondered those words one Sunday in church this thought came to me. Jesus gave his life to follow what He believed in, and He says to us, “deny yourself, take up your cross and follow me” (Luke 9:23).
Why should we think what He's called us to do, how He's asked us to follow Him, should be any different or easier than what He gave up so that we could follow God?