I have worked with kids for years (and particularly preschoolers), but things got real when my own daughter turned three. Lyla, my daughter, has taught me a lot in the last three and a half years. Some lessons have been easier than others. Like that I really can’t draw Elsa very well or that coffee can be reheated an infinite amount of times. Some lessons have been harder to swallow.
Google the phrase “mommy wars” and you’ll find a long list of blogs and articles defending working mothers, others advocating for women to stay in the home, and many calling us all to “just get along!”.
This time of year there are so many wonderful and momentous events—Mother’s day, graduations, weddings, end of the school year award assemblies, and on and on. They seem to revolve around the parenting world with all its responsibilities and implications.
My mom has given me a lot of good advice over the years. Some of my favorites include making sure I’m careful walking in the mall parking lot (even if it’s at 2 PM in broad daylight) and teaching me the value of blush. (My skin tone is classified as “porcelain” which is the nice way of saying “ghost-like,” so blush is definitely a necessity for me.)
I have served on the Council Road staff the past six months, and every Monday I sort through the prayer requests from Sunday services to bring to staff meeting where the staff prays. It is a rare week that we don’t get a request from a concerned mother asking for prayer for her struggling child. Some sign their names, others are anonymous…
“Please secure your own oxygen mask first.” Virtually every time I hear a flight attendant voice those words, I have one thought: Could any piece of advice be harder for a Mom to follow? As intentional Moms, our first inclination is to care for others. So what happens when Mommas care and care and care for everyone else, without first breathing in the help they need?
I know I’m guilty. But, I tell myself it is only because I love my children so much! Let’s just say I’ve been known to “reason” with God in prayer, explaining the brilliance of my personal plan...