
This Motherhood Gig is Absolutely Insanely Blessed. And Righteously Crazy.
Every time I get to kiss my little girl’s boo-boo (of which she loves to recount over and over how she got it), or nurse her to sleep at night or hold her precious little hands as we go on yet another walk , I wonder how long the joy will last. Because there’s too much, and my teeny weary heart is not used to the amounts of love that goes through it each day. And it almost hurts.
Because of her.
I wonder…how is it possible that I can love this much?
And would this love be enough?
And is love really, hands-down, the only thing needed ?
And whether at the end of the day, it doesn’t really matter how organized and clean our house is, or how delicious and healthy our dinner is, or how well-planned and elaborate our play and activities are…
if she didn’t feel loved?
And then I wonder, if motherhood is a whole lot simpler than we make it out to be?
And how really useless it is to worry ourselves to death with so much,
when all motherhood asks for us…
is to mother with our whole heart?
And then I wonder…
To what end, really, is this motherhood gig for?
I mean, of course it’s about watching and praying and hoping and loving your children to growth and maturity and….then they leave and go. And all of a sudden, our whole-hearted loving is no longer central in their lives.
And so I wonder.
Is this motherhood gig, in all its absolute insanity and blessedness delight, a gift not just for my children, but uhm, for me?
To teach me how to love…whole-heartedly?
May it be so.
What about you? What are some things you wonder about motherhood?





















