The Great Absolution of Moms
My daughter was two months old at her first Christmas. Her 91 year old great grandfather gave her a stuffed “lambie” that talked when you hugged it. She’s been sleeping with it since she was old enough to want to sleep with something.
Fast forward to a couple of weeks ago. My now 3 1/2 year old was sick, and lets just say lambie needed a wash. Finally. It would be literally the first time I had washed poor lambie in her three year life in our house, but the geniuses that made her decided it would be a great idea to sew the voice box into the lining, so the only way to wash little lambie was to cut the voice box out. Permanently.
I hid in the laundry room with the door closed like a criminal, cutting the life out of lambie, and sewing her back up as fast as I could before my daughter discovered my hiding place.
A couple days later, my daughter still had not mentioned that lambie mysteriously lost her voice. She was asleep in her bed and my husband and I were marveling at what luck we had that she hadn’t been upset at lambie. Soon, my daughter woke up crying “i’m scared mama!” and crying hysterically. Sitting up, she was holding her nose and crying “I need a tissue!”
Into our bed she came, with mommy and daddy on either side comforting her. Did she have a bad dream? No. Did she need her nightlight on? No. Did she need some water? No.
She needed the HUGE piece of stuffing she had pulled out of lambie between my hurried stitches DUG OUT OF HER NOSE.
I thought about posting the picture on here of the piece of stuffing. It was really quite an accomplishment, shoving that big of a piece of anything that far up your nose. And it was an accomplishment getting it out in one try too. At least that’s what I reminded myself sitting in the urgent care waiting room with a squiggly three year old for over and hour first thing the next morning. I brought her in just to check. Looks like I got it all out, they said.
We’ve all been there in one way or another. Does stuff like this weigh on you like it does me?
What are you feeling guilty for right now, mama? Your kid not getting their full serving of organic fruits and veggies today? Taking a shower and letting your toddler have more screen time than normal? Having to tweeze the worlds largest cotton candy size stuffing out of your daughter’s right nostril and hearing her tell you she ate some too because you suck at hand stitching? OK that’s one is probably just me.
I was originally going to title this post “the great push down of moms”, but I changed my mind. The truth is, the enemy has to get so much enjoyment out of the torment he gives moms. We are such easy targets, I think because we care the most. There is so much telling us how to do things “right”, except the literature and recommendations don’t account for the fact that the humans we are raising are KIDS that shove stuff up their noses for no reason.
We mamas place the highest, most impossible expectations on ourselves because we believe that is the greatest way to show the deepest love we have for our children.
But there are some sneaky lies the enemy sinks in there that God offers ABSOLUTION from.
Absolution is the freeing from guilt. There is NO condemnation in Christ Jesus. We were equipped as mamas with a heart too big for our chest when it comes to our kids. A special love and care and seriousness that is innate in us as a gift from God. Let’s not let the enemy taint that love and good will into a constant anxiety of doing things right.
Praying for all the mamas hearts reading this, including my own. That we would marvel at the beauty of the force of our love and laugh at the silliness of the situations we find ourselves in. That we would band together to raise each other up, instead of competing for the fabled “best mom” recognition. You love your kids mama, and everything they need stems only from that.