Mothers Day Musings
Dear Dungarees,
Being a mom to me is a weird blend of wanting to drown yourself in the beauty of connection with your kids while simultaneously desperately needing a moment to yourself. Thankful for the noisy messy life we live but also grateful for the quiet moments to breathe.
It’s freezing outside and Hot Husband wins Mother’s Day. He is out overnight adventuring in the wall tent with the boys and the farm dog filling their souls with outdoor magic. Whilst I sit, nestled into a quiet house in my papasan, gloriously decked out in my pjs, with endless coffee and a good book.
This still, soundless house gave me a moment to reflect on my people, my own mom who is beauty and sparkles incarnate. I think of my tribe whose moms have left this earth too soon and those who have lost babies in any form, adoption trauma, foster care, miscarriage, relationally, and the ones who have broken down the heavens with your prayers of safety for your kids. I think of those who are thriving in their parenting (I actually don’t know anyone to whom this applies but I don’t want to leave any people groups out) and the ones still dreaming of being a parent. I wish you all equal parts beauty and peace in whatever form this Mother’s Day brings you. And I love you all.
