Moms, we've been told a bunch on how to protect our kids. We know to put filters on the computers, not sit them in front of screens for hours, nice touch and bad touch, eat your veggies, brush your teeth, don't talk to strangers, be the first to talk to your kids about the birds and the bees, get chemicals out of their lives, no GMO's, breast or bottle, cloth or disposables, do this, don't do that...
Can I just say, all these voices are a little overwhelming?
I just want to snuggle down this morning in a warm bed, watch the sun making lines on the wall, smile at Aiden popping his head in and out of the bedroom for the next step of pancake-making instructions, and kiss the soft heads that worm their way under covers to find me. I want to listen as they tell me the wonders of their dreams from last night, what they found outside this morning while feeding the chickens, and their wild imaginations for the day ahead.
I want to breathe this breath of freshness and newness of day. Unstressed at the 14,986 things I'm supposed to be doing perfectly to be the perfect mother.
My kids don't need a perfectly stressed mama.
They need me.
(and if you need a little chuckle, I just spelled that word "unyolked" and tipped my head wondering why blogger underlined it in red)
Here's to giving the boot to all the experts and letting the voices float away on the breezes. Here's to reading His Word and quieting our hearts to listen. Pray for me as I do these.