Hope for Weary Moms
Usually that really annoys me. I am not one of those Christmas-music-all-year-people. But.
In the middle of the candied costumed chaos of this season, it felt good to slip into the season of peace and joy for a moment.
In between dashing out into the pouring rain to Halloween parties and blowing my nose into a thousand tissues and making lunches, I watched this video today. That’s rare because I don’t typically watch any internet videos; I’m not patient enough to wait for them to load and it’s not usually worth the effort. But I am sharing it, so take note fellow moms (and dads) and go watch it. Even wait for it to load. Maybe have a tissue if you are–oh say—34 weeks pregnant.
Hope and grace for weary moms (like me) in knowing that we don’t have to get it perfect. Our kids don’t know what that is or what it looks like (most of them have never seen Pinterest), but they do know what love looks like and feels like in the care we give.
I signed up to do one tiny task at Ben’s preschool party today (read books to the class), and that little guy went around to all his little super-hero costumed friends and told each one of them, “Look! This is my mommy. See? Right here! She’s MY mommy.”
And the gigantic task of parenting shrinks down to manageable proportions. Showing up.