Today is a guest post by my friend, Chrystal Evans Hurst. I think you’re really going to be encouraged by it; I was!
I always thought that I wanted to be a mom.
I remember playing “mommy” with my siblings and enjoying being in charge and the director of all activities for those little people in my care.
I always thought that I’d be good at it. I envisioned June Cleaver’s well-kept home, Claire Huxtable’s patience, and Aunt Bee’s wonderful cooking. I thought I’d handle all of my motherly responsibilities with ease.
I always thought that it would be easy. How hard could it be to feed a baby, change a few diapers, or chase a two year old? How difficult would it be to help with homework, drive the mini-van, or participate in the PTA?
I always thought motherhood would be a piece of cake.
I didn’t think that it would drive me insane to read the same story hundreds and thousands of times. I didn’t think that I’d sweep the kitchen floor only to find minutes later that somebody decided to toss the snack bowl of cheerios onto the floor. I didn’t know that I’d have to choose between getting things done during nap-time or catching up on a few Zzzzz myself.
I didn’t know how tired I would be or how overwhelmed I would feel or how often I’d realized it was 3:00 p.m. and I still hadn’t showered.
I didn’t think that I’d have colored so many doggone coloring pages being a woman with college degree or that I’d have learned how to make play-doh because it just didn’t make sense to keep buying stuff that never fully returned to the container.
I always thought motherhood would be easier than what my experience has shown it to be.
But I also didn’t know that I would find such joy in kissing my child’s soft cheek over and over again. I didn’t know that those middle-of-the-night feedings would become some of my favorite memories. I didn’t know that my heart could love so hard.
I didn’t realize that loving smiles from me could help form my child’s self-esteem. I didn’t understand that being behind on laundry didn’t matter so much when that time was exchanged for more time together with my babies on the coach with a good book. I didn’t know that taxiing my kids around would let me be privy to their hearts and minds and they chatted with friends and teach me who they were becoming.
I didn’t realize that motherhood would be one of the hardest and yet most fulfilling things I would ever do.
I may be great at it sometimes, and struggle at others. I may be losing my mind in one minute, and full of joy in the next. I may feel like I’m living my dream one week and then on the weekend wondering when I will emerge from the twilight zone.
But what I thought I knew about motherhood or what I thought I could be in my mothering doesn’t matter so much.
What matters is that I AM a mom and that it WILL be hard and wonderful and messy and marvelous all at the same time.
What matters is that I’m here now, mothering. And while I’m not June, or Claire or Bee. I am me. And that’s all I need to know.
I’m my kid’s mom. And that’s good enough.
Chrystal Hurst is writer, speaker, and worship leader in addition to serving as the chief executive operating officer in her home as a wife and mother of five. She is a self-proclaimed “geek” and bibliovore, who is actively seeking help for her addiction to Starbucks, sweet tea, and chocolate chip cookies. Chrystal blogs regularly at Chrystal’s Chronicles.
Chrystal also just came out with the book, Kingdom Woman.
In Kingdom Woman, Tony Evans and his daughter, Chrystal Evans Hurst, remind women of their calling from God to be free, delivered, healed, and to have hope. The authors bring insight that encourages women to correct distorted perceptions and understand who they really are in Christ—never settling for less because they are connected with the One who gives them hope. A kingdom woman is called and empowered to live a life of victory through Christ!
Take a look at the book HERE!
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