Have you ever found yourself caught up in the mess that is motherhood? It is as though every where you turn there is another disaster to clean up, another heart to be mended, and before you know it, you’ve reached your max for stress and exhaustion.
Today I have the honor to be featured at Little & Mighty where I am talking about the messiness of motherhood —
I am a mess. Not a catastrophe-level mess. I am a home-under-renovation; dust-covered-from-crumbling-walls; scattered-blueprints kind of mess.
You see, mothering is messy. It is an incessant calling to dive in fully and get your hands dirty with the work of loving, and teaching, and giving to someone else. It renders your heart a space of endless renovation, a perpetual work in progress.
— and the words my three-year-old shared that reminded me of what is most important during this season of mothering.
I hope you’ll join me over at Little & Mighty for some solidarity and inspiration, after all, each of us needs the occasional reminder to search for the power and beauty of the little things.