This is quite the season, isn’t it?
It is crazy and chaotic and exhausting.
But crazy and chaotic and exhausting still.
You pour the cereal and you pour the juice. You pour the coffee and then you pour it again. You pour out the blocks and then they move on to the crayons so you pour those out too. You pour the love on thick as you weave it with discipline and redirection. You pour the ketchup and then you pour the bubble bath.
You pour your very heart over them and around them.
And mama? I know it’s hard. I know it’s exhausting. That sometimes you need just a little more patience, just a little more grace, just a little more strength because the process of raising these littles requires an emptying of yourself so that they might be filled.
And as we empty and as we pour, we give them the best and purest picture of love complete. As we live these days of crazy and exhausting and fiercely worthwhile, we show these rambunctious little ones that they are worth our emptying.
We give them our everything as an offering of love- we make sure that we are the ones to get poured out so that they never have to come up empty.
Because see, fellow mamas, we have a source that they don’t have yet. As we pour ourselves and as we empty, we can be filled again and again and again from the water that flows with life.
Otherwise we just come to them dry and brittle.
Because, my fellow mamas, I am tired. I bet you are too. I know that from the moment you rise until the moment your head hits the pillow you are moving. Your feet go from room to room, picking up and cleaning and organizing. Your car goes across town and around to stores and carpools kids. Your mind disciplines and corrects and reminds. Your heart worries about the move or the job or the fight or the hopes you want to step into five months from now.
Moving, always. Pouring, always.
And so mama, as you begin your day today, I need you to know something.
Mothering will always be a process of pouring ourselves out for them and over them and because of them. But what I want you to hold tightly to within it all is that there is a purpose in the process. You pouring yourself out for them again and again and again will not come back void.
Right here, right now, what you are doing for them matters. Right here, right now, even if you feel empty and dry and brittle because this season is busy and hard, giving of yourself to them is worth it.
What better way for them to learn love than to be loved so deeply and completely?
What better way for them to learn purpose than to witness it lived out every day in your home?
What better way for them to learn worth and value and confidence and strength than to have someone offer their life to prove to you how worthwhile they think you are?
It’s not about getting it right every single moment. It’s not about always being the shining example of love and patience and grace that you think you should be.
It’s about showing up again and again and again. It’s about you being the exact mama that these littles need. It’s about remembering that you are a good mom, even when you feel empty.
And so to the busy and tired and exhausted mama of littles,
And to the precious and loving-it mama of littles,
Keep emptying yourself for them. Keep pouring your heart and your body out for them. They are witnessing strength, even when you feel weak. They are witnessing grace, even when you feel brittle.
So mama, keep doing exactly what you’re doing.
They’re going to be just fine.
And so are you.