As mamas, we have a lot of titles. Daughter, wife, mommy, friend, cook, housekeeper, chauffeur, gardner, accountant, personal shopper, dry cleaner, teacher, nurse, counselor, etc. Each identity comes with it’s own set of expectations and needs and we can feel like we’re being pulled under with the weight of the responsibility that we carry on our shoulders. In those early days home with our little ones we make charts and track feedings and plan schedules and call the nurses line more times than we’d ever admit to anyone else because we just want to do it all right.
And when they get older and start walking and talking and talking back, we have chore charts and potty charts and time out corners to teach discipline with love. We cheer as they learn new tasks and we kiss the scrapes and bumps as they fall down. And we get another snack, another juice box, change another diaper all while juggling three other identities at the same time as we make dinner, pay bills and make sure we don’t forget to send sunscreen to daycare.
Sometimes it feels like our true identity as mothers is ring master. Or concierge. Available at all hours to all people to do all the things and do them with a smile. Or to herd the wild animals into order while teaching them tricks and trying to survive.
— Come over to Mothers of Daughters today to read the rest – and find grace in our one true title – Child of God. —
