I don’t want to be that mom who cried for a year.
I want to be that mom who is a rock.
I don’t want to be that mom who laid in bed for hours.
I want to be the mom that had energy to do whatever is needed.
I don’t want to be that mom who can’t keep the house clean because even the simplest of tasks seem like a mountain to climb… and it’s just too high.
I want to be that organized mom who has everything in it’s place and remembers all that is asked of her.
I don’t want to be that mom who can’t do whatever fun thing is planned for the day because her body just refuses to go.
I want to be the mom who is reliable and able to do whatever she said she was planning to do.
I don’t want to be that mom who doesn’t keep her word because she didn’t know today would be a bad day.
I want to be the mom who plans ahead and knows that it is likely life will be predictable.
I don’t want to be the mom my kids wish they hadn’t had.
I want to be the one they know they were meant to have.
I don’t want to be that sad mom.
I want to be the mom that laughs and finds joy in even the difficult times.
I don’t want to be that mom.
I don’t know why I am right now.
But I know that there is a reason. It is a season. At least, I’m trusting that’s what it is.
A Time for Everything (Ecclesiastes 3:1-8)
There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under the heavens:
a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,
a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.