Yep. We are some thick skinned women! A chainsaw couldn’t break this. Want to pick a fight with someone? Make sure it is NOT a mom.
We don’t play.
Our whole body is full of emotions. Emotions that we sometimes mask from the outside world and our kids.
The day we became a mom is the day our skin doubled in thickness. We are expected to have unlimited amounts of patience, to always do the right thing, to multitask, to wear a smile when we are a minute away from a mental breakdown, and to keep it all together when the world around us seems to be crumbling.
We are moms. It’s what we do. We are strong and not easily shaken or at least we pretend.
Our kids go to the doctor for a procedure, and we fight back the tears…. not for us but for them.
We haven’t slept all night due to feedings or our now driving teenager, and we still get up bright and early to have breakfast on the table with a smile on our face (even if it is microwaved).
The words “I hate you mom” or “My mom is a complete drag” will fly out of their mouth. It will hit us right in the heart, but they won’t see us fall apart or reciprocate with daggers. They will simply hear a quivering “I love you.”
Hearing them cry from their first heartbreak rips a hole in our own hearts. All we want to do is cry right along with them and join them under the dark cloud. We want to hide them from the world to protect them from all that is cruel. Instead, we stay strong with optimistic advice on our tongues as we hold them tighter than we ever have.
When they throw a tantrum in public, we will appear to keep our sanity and tuck in the crazy as we whisper so gently the consequence of their actions.
Our last dime will go to their prom dress, and they won’t ever hear a mutter from our mouth of complaints because we always find a way and simply because they are worth it.
Anxiety will at some point set in because we are pulled in a 100 different directions. We pray. We step away from the situation and drop to our knees. Even if it does take us going outside to unleash the feelings first…. they won’t see us lose our cool.
We suck up our bad days to listen to theirs. We answer the phone and never say a word. We listen. No matter what is going on in life….. we are there. Thick skin and all.
Being a mom is not just a costume we put on when we want to. It’s not just a mask we wear when we are around our kids.
It is us. We are moms. For the good…. for the bad…. for the ugly. We are rewired to our greater selves.
I don’t want to be a strong mom only during the good as easy as that may be. I want to be a strong mom during the ugly. I want the bad to drive me to be better…. stronger….unbreakable.
I want my kids to see me as peaceful. Not a mom on edge ready to crack at the next arbitrary scream.
I want them to see me as strong…. “their rock”. A mom that doesn’t back down when things get hard. A mom that doesn’t lose it just because they spilled their milk or broke my favorite vase. A mom that knows what to say and when to say it.
A mom that comes out of blazing fire with a sparkling smile. That is the mom I want to be.
The only way to be that mom is to have a Heavenly Father walking with me side by side…. hand in hand. To be that mom takes a WONDERFUL, LOVING, FORGIVING Father. A Father I can sneak off and talk to when things get hard. A Father who will never miss a phone call or takes hours to respond to my text. HE is the only one who can give me the strength to push through motherhood. To be the better me. The only one who will never let my kids down.
Without him, my skin is one layer.
1 Peter 5:7 – Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you.
1 Thessalonians 5:15- Make sure nobody pays back wrong for wrong, but always strive to do good for each other and everyone else.
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