Epidural vs. natural labor.
Formula or breast milk.
Crying it out or co sleeping.
The list goes on and on. . .
I quickly started making decisions out of certainty about how I wanted to mother the sweet gifts that the Lord had given me. For me, one of the hardest decisions has been to work or not to work.
I feel so blessed to have children I adore and a job I love. Sure, I am juggling! Most days, my house is a mess. It’s not unusual to find a magic wand in my refrigerator. I have carried a breast pump to and from work every day for almost a year now. I have shoes that I wear to take my kids into school and then I slide my heels on before I walk into my office.
And right now, I wouldn’t change any of it!
God has given me an amazing peace about carrying these two roles in life. In those moments where I want to pull my hair out or I call my husband to complain about the fact that I couldn’t brush my sons teeth because he wouldn’t stop pulling on my necklace or my hair – I am reminded of the immense blessing that I have and what an honor it is to juggle the people and things in life God allows me to have.
But with that comes responsibility.
I must be intentional in the moments I have with my sons each day.
Intentional in love. Holding their hands – not just when we are crossing the street but sometimes at night at the dinner table while I eat with one hand.
Intentional in compassion and direction. They are watching how I treat the people I come in contact with each day.
Intentional in faith. More than anything I desire to point my children to the One who loves them even more than I do.
Intentional in discipline. Setting the boundaries and expectations that we hope will help them grow into strong men who love the Lord.
Daily I struggle. Daily I fail. And then I pick them up from school and they run to me, arms open wide and giant smiles.
That’s how I know we’re gonna be alright.
Are you a working mom? How have you found grace in balancing your roles of work and motherhood?