Today I have a special treat I think you’ll enjoy: a guest post from Abby McDonald at Fearfully Made Mom. Abby inspires me with her uncommon insights on motherhood.
One of my two-year-old’s favorite pastimes is destroying the Lego masterpieces his older brother meticulously puts together. My oldest son spends hours putting together intricate creations, only to find them later in hundreds of tiny pieces.
Often my toddler takes the same approach to work I’ve done around the house. I make the bed. He unmakes it. I clean up. He makes a new mess.
As a tightly wound woman and recovering perfectionist, I often have to remind myself that these things are just tiny inconveniences in the bigger picture of motherhood. I like for my work to be seen. I want to have items checked off my to-do list. But I don’t want a list of chores to rob me of the joy of being a mom, wife and friend.
In my search for perfection, I often miss the most important work which is right in front of me.
The opportunity to love those around me.
To speak the language of these tiny human beings I am raising to become thriving, Jesus-following adults.
Sometimes I need to remind myself that my kids, my family and the people I do life with are not a task on a list. I look at the mess around me and feel like I’m unraveling. I want for someone to pat me on the back and congratulate me for a job well done, but joy and growth is found in the journey and in stops along the way.
In the continual work of motherhood, I can choose to be fully present in the little moments. Because it’s in those moments that memories are made.
Last Friday, I saw that there is grace found when I loosen my grip. When I just let go and unwind.
We were having company over after dinner for the first Bible study we’d hosted in our home. I was trying to clean. My two-year-old had other plans. He wanted to play. He wanted to jump on the bed. Yes, he wanted to be a kid.
And to be honest, I really didn’t want to oblige him. I wanted to continue with plan A. I could feel my blood pressure rising.
But instead of throwing a mini-tantrum, I took a breath and seized an opportunity to make some memories with my son. We had a pillow fight. We wrestled. We laughed and giggled.
Despite all my striving for my work to be visible, I could sense God saying that this time when I slowed down glorified him even when others did not see. He gave me one command: to love. And in that moment I loved my son in a language he understood.
No one else saw it but me, my son and God, but that was enough.
Colossians 2:17 states, “He is before all things, and in him all things hold together.”
Even in the space of time between a mama and her toddler on the bed, He is there. While we may see the mess and the pile of dishes, He sees the heart.
He sees it all, and I’m convinced that when we choose to love, He pronounces those little moments as good. Very, very good.
Now it’s your turn. Do you feel like you sometimes miss the most important job right in front of you? Is laying your to-do list aside hard?