How often do you, as a mother, have moments where you just seem to have it all together? A nice dinner is on the table (and the kids are eating it), you look presentable when your husband comes through the door, you made it to sports practices on time, the kids are clean, and all the kids have done some type of educational activity that day. You’re killing it; you’re super mom. Your performance review is going to be stellar. But then, boom! Three kids are throwing up, and you’re lucky just to put on clean clothes that day. You feel anything but successful in your job. We’ve all been there, and it’s a hard place to be—mainly because so much of it is out of our control. Having kids has taught me that sometimes I’m not always going to be in control, and it is all right. I think that sometimes God throws us these curveballs just to remind us that we cannot make everything perfect on our own. In God’s eyes, I think sometimes I look like a rebelling teenager, believing that I know what is best, and that I can handle it on my own. But when everything comes crashing down on me, I come crying back asking him for his help. How much simpler would it be if I had just let him help me in the first place. After all, he is the one who created me; he might know a thing or two about what is best for my life.
Motherhood is not about having it together all the time and being perfect. It is also not about depending on God to make things perfect. Having a prayer life and inviting God into my home every day is not going to make things magically smooth, but then I have the strongest ally I could ever want. I also have someone to help me take my faults and embrace them. This world is not meant to be the perfect one. We are meant for something that is perfect, though, and my vocation of motherhood is perfecting me more everyday so I can walk through the Golden Gates of Heaven someday. My prayer is when that day comes, God will say to me, “Well done good and faithful servant. Thank you for letting me help you.”