Dear Mama Girl,
I see you. I see you trying to be all the things to all your people.
I see you tired beyond belief, but still making an effort to show up to the endless demands.
I see you juggling work life and home life.
I see you striving to keep up with what everyone else is doing in the world. I see you keeping score for all the ways you don’t quite measure up, try as you might.
I see you finding time for yourself in the crevices of your day, and then feeling guilty for not being with your family instead.
I see you saying “yes” to things you know you probably shouldn’t take on right now. I see you trying to live up to expectations—the most demanding of all your own.
I see you picking fights with your husband, when all you really want is to laugh with him again. I see you wondering if he still thinks you’re beautiful.
I see you questioning your worth and your value and your identity in this season.
I see you trying to be both girl and mom. I see you wondering if the girl you once knew is in there at all anymore—underneath all the snot and the messes and the never alone-ness.
I see you loving your job as a mom more than anything, but simultaneously wondering if there’s more for you.
Mama girl, I see you.
May you see that you can in fact be both—mama and girl.
May you see that the girl you once knew is in fact gone, but that a better one has taken her place.
May you see all the ways it has changed you for good.
May you see the ways it has taught you more about your Father’s love for you.
May you see your role as a mom as the greatest gift…but not the only gift.
May you see that the expectations you strive to live up to were never meant to be your prison.
May you see that the rhythm of your days is determined by you.
May you see that your striving does not equal thriving.
May you see that your truest rest comes from surrender—surrender of the ways you try to get it right and the ways you fall short. Surrender of the desires of your heart.
May you see that guilt and shame and condemnation are not from God…and not for you.
May you see that He has the best for you, mama.
May you see that He made you to be both mama and girl—and that when you live in both, you’re actually better at both.
May you see that motherhood is sanctifying work and that it’s what has changed you for the better.
May you see that all the stuff that feels heavy and monotonous right now is actually doing it’s job—chipping away all the rough edges in you to give way to the masterpiece He has been forming.
May you see that you are valued and priceless and perfectly imperfect.
So lean into Him and lean on your tribe.
Let go of perfect and let go of lies.
Keep your head up, mama girl.
You’ve got this.
A Mama Girl like you