To the mom I saw at Costco yesterday, I see you. I see you friend, with a baby on your hip and a toddler strapped into the cart. Tired eyes and rushing to get your shopping done so that you can get home for nap time. Weary from surviving on four hours of sleep.
I wish I had stopped to look you in the eye in the middle of the cereal aisle to let you know that your efforts matter.
Kissing that boo and putting Band-Aids on, just because. That matters.
Watching your kids do the same tricks over and over again on the trampoline and each time acting as if it was the most impressive trick you have ever seen. That matters.
Snuggling on the couch and telling stories in a silly voice. That matters.
Waking at dawn and kissing goodnight. That matters.
What you are doing is so important. From one generation to the next, echoes of your voice will be heard.
I know what you think sometimes, because I have the same struggles. Too often we are cruel to ourselves. We tell ourselves things that aren’t true. We lay awake at night, shaming ourselves for all the things we haven’t done. Or we go through the day thinking that if somehow we just fed our kids a little bit healthier or read one more story or were a little more patient, that then we would be enough.
So, just in case today is one of those days when you are wondering if what you are doing really matters...wondering if anyone notices...if anything you are doing is world changing...feeling like your shoulders are heavy with worry. If you woke up today and already were looking forward to bedtime, then here is the truth for the day: You are the mom your kids need. I see you and your efforts are beautiful. You are enough.
Dear God, thank you for encouragement that the little things of mothering matter, and that you are with us when we get discouraged as moms.
Written by Mandy Arioto