Do you ever find yourself doing something that you never thought you’d do? Or maybe you just never thought you’d be old enough to do something?
When I push my kids through the grocery store in the buggy and buy formula, diapers, and endless bags of string cheese for Hudson, I think, “who am I?”
How did I get here? I mean, I totally love it. But just seven years ago I was finishing college and didn’t have a plan in the world. So I went to grad school. And now here I am. I met my husband and instantly knew he was the one. We got married almost almost three years later, had two babies and now I’m here shopping for formula and diapers. I’m cooking casseroles and trying to make sure they’re toddler-friendly.
I think it’s truly remarkable how our lives can change.
I lie awake at night worrying about things I never imagined worrying about. You get pregnant and as you’re preparing to have your baby, you don’t think much past how to feed them and how to get them to sleep through the night. But what about the worries of how they’re doing in school? Or how they’re progressing developmentally or whether or not they’ve eaten enough fruits and vegetables?
The obvious answer here is that I’m a mother. But is the girl from seven years ago still there somewhere?
Sometimes I don’t know. When you have kids, your heart and your mind are consumed with your kids. You’re changed. You’re softened and in some ways you’re hardened. You want them to be healthy, safe, happy, kind, caring and if you’re like me, you’re praying that you are helping to work in their heart to bring them to Jesus. It’s heavy stuff and it’s a lot of responsibility. Obviously. You think of them first.
But you also can turn on the “mama bear” so quickly and come to their defense and rescue. How crazy is it to think that I am my kids’ advocate? I speak for them. I look out for their best interest. Me!
There was a time in my life when my only responsibility was to get up and go to work every day. I could sleep in on Saturdays, stay out as late as I wanted and zip off out of town for the weekend. Most of us had a time like that in our lives.
But I truly don’t miss those things. Now I clip formula coupons and send Hudson to his room when he misbehaves. But I also snuggle and sing songs. And somehow, over the past two years, I’ve grown up. People have said to me on this blog (mothers that were wiser than I was) that this time would come. I’d stop worrying about what people thought of me. I’d stop focusing on silly things and appearances. It’s just too exhausting to try to keep up and to waste time with insecurity. (Trust me, I still have plenty of insecurities, but they’re much better than they were.)
At the end of the day, it takes me a pretty long while to turn off the mom mode and get to a place where I can clear my mind, completely unwind and let go. Maybe that will change with time. If I’m with a fun group of girls or my husband and I are out by ourselves, I can find that silly spirit of mine that has been slightly stifled by responsibility and overwhelming love.
But that responsibility and the overwhelming love are the reasons I get out of bed in the morning. I can look back sometimes with nostalgia at that girl I used to be while I thank God for where I am right now.







