The Mom Inside
The mom I want be, she is a beautiful, courageous, (mostly) fearless woman.
She is wise to the needs of her children and relentless at loving them.
Not counterfeit nor clone.
Not even free of lost tempers, or occasional raised voices, or mistakes.
No, because she is a flawed woman, drenched in grace, yet confident that every quirk and every trait and each facet of her character is the design of a Wonderful Maker.
She knows herself well, the ugly and the pretty, the strengths and the faults, all the mediocre in between, and she is trying to be that person well.
That confidence leads to courage:
to love relentlessly;
to make the hard choices;
to give in to grace and reject fear.
So she draws boundaries to guard little hearts.
She sets up home to nurture and cultivate and build and send.
She hugs and laughs and tickles and snuggles her littles.
She is driven to make home organized, stay on top of the schedules, keep up with laundry, and keep the peace,
but when it comes right down to it, she’s happy to let things slide;
to let go (some of the time) of clean and organized, of time for self, of time for work, for the sake of one more bedtime story,
one more big push of the swing for the one that begs “higher, Mommy!”,
one more stroll around the neighborhood hand-in-hand with a little man that carries the world on his shoulders.
She chooses to be more than to do.
She’s in there. That Mama.
And she’s worth finding.
They, those littles, need her to be uncovered and awake.
// an edited re-post from the archives, because I need the reminder for myself //
photos: Sarah Wineland Photography (Aug 2011)