Where Modern Moms are Gettin' It Wrong
I'll never forget how outraged I was over the lack of sympathy for this mom. I mean, good grief are we really all this insecure in our own parenting that we feel the need to put this woman down in a feeble attempt to elevate ourselves? Is that what makes us sure and confident? I would bet not.
I also recall silently praying that my own kids’ inevitable, future shenanigans would never ever make their way to the internet world.So far so good. But check back soon, my boy is only 4.
From what I've seen, we all desperately want to do this parenting gig well. If we stop and think deeply we can recognize that to invest in what matters is to invest in people. Especially little people. After all we can't take our Stanley cups and our North Face jackets with us in the next life.
But when we compare ourselves to other parents.... honestly, do we feel good? I've witnessed that moms particularly seem privy to measure their "success" up against how other moms are doing. (I'm guilty too) And now the smartphone/social media era gives us full, regular (veneered if you will) access to what Susie-Q next door does. She's got it all together and she looks cute too!
Seriously moms: why do we do this? If dad is on duty and the kid gets a shiner (a big ole bruise) then he laughs it off and sends a pic to his friends. But moms? There seems to be a culture of shame that we are swimming in. And we are the ones that have created this culture.
We believe that if we can only appear to have it all together then we are good moms.
But let's collectively give up the act. Let's stop the comparison. Let's enjoy our kids more. I dare say that if our children are little pawns to bring us attention and glory, then they will hardly feel like we delight in them. And we likely will have a real difficult time enjoying them.
So, instead of building the beautiful insta story, Let's build real relationships. Let's be for other moms. Let's stop the comparison. Somebody nailed it when they quoted that comparison robs us of our joy. Comparison never leads to true contentment.
Contentment will never derive from personal perfection because perfection amongst humanity does not exist. A content mama does not compare because a content mother knows her value is rooted in the ultimate life giver. A content mamas' identity comes from someone powerful and loving. A mom that is free and confident recognizes that the good God of the universe appointed her mom. I will tell you, if you let that truth sink in, it leads to freedom and contentment.
God wants us to be free and He is a promise keeper (See the whole Bible and look at the evidence outside of the Bible) and He loves our kids more than we ever could.. If we trust in God we are loved perfectly and we can be content in a real relationship with Him. Don't let the fashionable, organized mom on social media be your guide. That only leaves us wanting. That only leads to discontentment and fear.
It's been said that perfect love casts out fear. * If you want, I'll be your friend and you can learn from my failures. I surely won't love you perfectly but will always try and point you (and your kiddos) to the One who does. The God of the Bible, the same one who made you Mama, wants you to be part of His family so you can become more like Him. If God raised Jesus from the dead and we trust Him as King then we can leave the Stanley cups and IPhones behind because now we see darkly but one day we will see perfection face to face. **
Modern, mean moms get at me...Here you go...I'm late a lot. My 10 year old does not know how to tie a shoe. We eat frozen pizza a lot. My house is pretty messy, We never (I mean never )finish a home school curriculum and I could go on but my life has never been better. I am aware I am not perfect and I don't have to be, because Jesus is and I am becoming. (Phillipians 1:6) Dear Mama, I want that for you too!
1 Timothy 6: 6 But godliness with contentment is great gain. For we brought nothing into the world, and we can take nothing out of it.
1 Cor 13:12 For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known.
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