Motherhood is full of ironic situations. For example:
With my baby…
…gently singing, “You’re a little piece of heaven, you’re a golden ray of light…” into her ear while she screams bloody murder into mine.
With my preschooler…
…holding my tongue as my daughter hops down from the bed after bouncing around like a jumping bean, then whips around and sternly warns me, “Mommy, don’t jump on the bed, or you will fall and get hurt!”
Or, just with myself…
…reading a fantastic article about how to be a better mother while I tune out my babies persistently vying for my attention.
Ok, so the last one’s not exactly funny…at all. I’m far from perfect, I’ll readily admit. But if my short time as a mother has taught me anything, it’s that I’m an imperfect person in desperate need of God’s sanctifying grace.
Whether my girls are being funny or cute, cranky or naughty, they need me to show them Christlikeness. As their mother, I am their world; it’s an exciting, new place for them and they are learning to interpret it under my authority, my actions, my words. What a humbling and weighty responsibility!
I thank God for his grace shown in my life thus far, and that he promises to keep working on me. And I hope and pray earnestly for the same in my daughters’ lives as well. Children are such a precious gift!