Lessons I’m learning in this season of motherhood:
- The day I end feeling like a complete failure as a mother don’t define me as long as I choose to learn from them instead of repeat them.
- Comparing my day to day to someone else’s highlight reel on social media doesn’t help anyone, especially me.
- The life I live in front of and the way I treat my children will teach them more than my ability (or lack thereof) to keep the laundry caught up.
- Floors covered in toys, windows with fingerprints, and sinks full of tiny dishes are signs of a home full of happy girls, not that I’m a failure.
- The memories of late night giggles are worth staying up past bedtime some nights.
- The people you let have influence in your heart and life matter. Iron sharpens iron. Friends will either enable you or encourage you. Find ones that help you grow and be the friend that strengthens others.
- Sometimes I need to take a deep breath just as much as my toddler does.
- Most importantly, Jesus is with me in this because Jesus values mothers and their children. He is in the dirty dishes, silly songs, bandaids, snuggles, late night clean ups, early morning wake-ups, and laundry. He is with me in all of it because He has given me charge of the little souls that drive me crazy and make my world go round all at the same time. He is with me in the weariness, the laughs, the tears, the joys, and the boring things. Motherhood is not a burden. It is a God-given calling with the promise that Jesus will be with me every step of the way.
A Peace of My Mind 