How can it be that summer is over? As quick as it came crashing in, it has yanked itself away with school starting and cool mornings meant for jackets and backpacks.
I feel cheated.
This summer season was all but a blur of goings on that seemed to roll together and never stand still. I set out for moments to embrace in the heat of the sun and soak in the fresh chill of the water, and I vaguely recollect a few brisk fleeting swims on steamy days.
Did I fail this motherhood job?
My kids wanted more of me this summer, and I honestly don’t think I came through. With calls to lead a ministry, blog, host group and carry out whatever responsibilities I had- I don’t feel I put my kids first.
As we were frantically pulling our house together with school supply shopping and preparing for the new season, I became dismayed over my reflection and assessment of the past few months. Agonizingly so.
I love summer. I love having long days at the pool and late nights of freedom. I don’t recall much of that happening at all. And I am disappointed in myself, for missing it. Allowing summer to fly by and not catching it all with an intentional grip.
I needed to do something with this perspective. I needed to see if my kids felt the same way.
So I asked them.
If you feel at all discouraged and defeated in your own motherhood mission, perhaps you too can go straight to the source. Ask your kids, and in doing so you may find the grace I did. And if they are too young to be asked, I bet their smiles and hugs and giggles might be your sign of approval.
Moms, we can be pretty hard on ourselves. And honestly? We tend to think the happiness of our children is based solely on us…
But you might be as surprised as I was.
It may be quite possible, they are doing just fine.
It’s time to give some grace for moms. I found it, and I want you to feel it too…