Dear Mom Friend,
I wonder if this has ever sounded like you:
I’m just mom.
- the one who nags about getting the chores done
- the one who is supposed to keep things like milk and toilet paper in stock
- the one who pushes for the school work to be finished
- the one who has the answer to “What’s for supper?”
- the one who expects teeth to be brushed and clean clothes to be worn
- the one who checks under the bed when when the room is pronounced to be clean
- not remarkable
- not significant
- not the “show case” mom
- not the “amazing” mom
- not the “fun” mom
- certainly not the June Cleaver/Proverbs 31 Woman hybrid I once aspired to be
I’m just mom.
Recently in a school Bible lesson we were listening to, the children in the listening audience were asked to choose the person most inspirational in their lives. Without missing a beat, our youngest chirped, “I know who mine would be…it would be (insert name that isn’t mine)!” And, just like that, the accuser of the brethren had his foothold. I allowed him to firmly plant his foot there in my heart, and he whispered that “just mom” speech in my ear, trying to convince me that my life is mundane, what I do is unimportant.
Thing is, the “inspirational” person my daughter chose is a lovely person. I’d like to be like her myself. And the other thing is this…my goal as a mom is not to be remarkable, significant, amazing, fun, or a sort of trophy to exhibit…it is not to compare. My most important “accomplishments” may never be noticed while I walk this earth…not by other people, anyway.
What I needed in that moment was truth. Even the most subtle of Satan’s whispers can drown out the Spirit’s still, small voice when that soul is weary, fearful, hormonally-challenged, or overwhelmed. I needed the stabilizing truths of the Word to trample down the deceitfulness of my own heart. I needed to speak freeing truth…the truth which releases from the shackles of discouragement…into my own heart, and take control of my thinking. Ladies, our adversary wants us on the bench, any way he can do it. Be on the watch for his prowling, wicked advances.
More and more I want the inner strength that passes the test. I want to be the marathon runner who endures and pushes past the weakness and failings, the self-doubt and the unrealistic expectations. I want more and more to be the kind of mom who prays in secret, wearing out the knees of her soul, and gives unreservedly and without fanfare.
“And may they forget the channel, Seeing only Him.”
Don’t let the enemy of your soul speak lies to you. Hug your kids tight, with that mixture of fierce love, wistful hope, and a smidge of healthy watchfulness only you can infuse into it.
That can’t be done by just anyone, Mom.
You are His choice “for such a time as this“, so only you will do.
You’ll never be “just mom” in His eyes. Listen to Him.