I’m embarrassed to admit how many times I sit as a mother in a blank stupor- playing in my mind all the things I have to do that day, making lists and prioritizing all the “need to’s” and :want to’s”. I keep pretty busy a work from home mom of 3- but sometimes I wish I could spend less time thinking about getting stuff done and more time actually getting it done. Anyone relate?
Lately I’ve realized how much I have become so focused on myself as the key factor in getting all of this mothering stuff done- and haven’t opened up space for more. More what, you ask? More God. More spirituality. More help from heaven. Raising children is one of the most divine callings that has been or ever will be. It has always been revered and reverenced, since the beginning of time it has been a special and unmatchable role. Mothers shape the character of their children in every way. Fathers have a great role in parenting as well- but there is something innately nurturing in women and the minute we lose sight of that, and make it all about “us”, we lose some of the majesty included in raising little humans.
I find myself caught up in my limitations and flaws as a mother- and also the limitations of my own talents and skills. I give myself credit for the ways I excel as a parent, but in either of these scenarios I am pulling away from the bigger picture. I am a daughter of God, these are His children, and this experience goes much deeper than meal planning, play dates and school supplies. This is something I need to constantly find myself in awe of, the pure joy that I can receive as a trusted partner with God in raising more of his children to know Him and love Him. He knows them even more than I do- and He knows me more than I know myself. To step back and open up my heart for MORE makes it much more exciting, fantastic and sacred.
I’ve noticed some of these tendencies to rely solely on my own levels of knowledge and comprehension come from a bustling world of staying ahead, trying to master as much as possible to keep up with what is “expected” of me. Some of it comes from my independence, which is not necessarily a bad thing. We become independent of our own parents and think that becoming parents to our own children means that we are now at some elevated level of adulthood, and we need to step up to the plate and be in charge. Again, all of this is true to a point. We are now the ones in charge of keeping small humans alive, nurtured and educated. But just as we relied on our parents to help us grow into this particular phase of maturity, we need to constantly turn to our Father, our eternal Father, to receive the perspective, the power and the clarity to do our best.
Why would we turn down helping hands? A friendly reminder that we are not in this alone? If someone came to you and said “I want to help, I see exactly what you need and what your kids are in need of at this moment. Let me carry you, help you and walk beside you to help you to make it through this day and the thousands more to come”, would you turn them down? This is the exact offer we are ignoring each day that we try to do this overwhelming job alone- without the help of “more”.
Being a mother is by far the hardest thing I’ve ever done, but I know without a doubt when I stop trying to do it “alone”, without opening up my heart for more, it is far more difficult. I can own my superpowers that have come from years of personal growth, but I know I have the most power when I am aligned with God and his bigger picture that opens up my eyes to realize this calling of motherhood is much larger than I can comprehend. Open up your heart mama, you’re not alone.