New Mom + Parenting Magazine Subscription = Monthly Mom Crisis.
When I was that fresh, idealistic young mom with that first chubby cheeked babe, I had big, big plans to get it all right.
Every month that magazine arrived. I scanned it for creative ideas, ripped out yummy recipes, and dog-eared pages with fun activities.
Then I grumped around the house for a day or two.
I cried occasionally.
Because, according to the magazine, good moms don’t ever serve their kids macaroni and cheese. If said mac and cheese happens to be from a box, good gracious, you are one of “THOSE” moms. You know—-the Bad Moms.
Also, Good Moms have Good Kids who always choose the steamed vegetables and rice pilaf when dining out. These perfect children never order the pizza and chicken fingers on the menu.
Limit screen time. Join play groups. Teach kids to share. Teach them to care.
Involve them in service projects and ideally live abroad so you can expand their vision of the world.
Teach them sign language and then a foreign language.
Make all your dinners a month in advance and freeze them.
Kids must have an allowance and a weekly chore chart or they will end up lazy, unemployed and bankrupt.
Discipline this way. Play with them that way.
Work outside the home.
Don’t work outside the home.
And never, ever, ever expect your kids to play on their own or entertain themselves with siblings or friends without your intense and continual involvement. You must play cars, dolls, and blocks with them for hours. Good moms never get bored building towers and are never too busy to color.
I finally asserted myself and cancelled the subscription. Who needs to pay for a monthly self-esteem destroyer?
The truth is, I do some of those Good Mom things, but no one can do all of them.
When we try to do everything, we won’t do anything well.
We end up weighed down by overwhelming expectations and impossible demands.
How much better to celebrate victories, to keep a balanced perspective, and to choose what’s most important right here and right now?
How much better to lean in close to God day after daily day and ask Him, “What do you have for me, Lord? Right here. Right now. Show me what’s next.”
The world is full of opinions about who we need to be and what we need to be doing. It’s a noisy place and everyone has something to say.
And we need to know what is right and true and what is guilt-loading nonsense.
It means saying no to being like everyone else, to trying to be perfect, to trying to do everything, to keeping up with every great idea on Pinterest, Facebook, and mommy blogs.
It means no longer being paralyzed by everything, so I can do the right things well.
King David placed a weighty task on the shoulders of his son, Solomon. He handed over the plans for the temple with instructions on dividing the labor among the Levites, how much gold to use for the lampstands and the cherubim, and the available supplies.
This was the right thing, the God-thing, that God had designed, purposed and planned for Solomon to do.
And it still could have felt like too much. How could Solomon even begin?
David told his son:
Be strong and do the work (1 Chronicles 28:10 NIV)
Then David continued, “Be strong and courageous, and do the work. Don’t be afraid or discouraged, for the Lord God, my God, is with you. He will not fail you or forsake you. He will see to it that all the work related to the Temple of the Lord is finished correctly (1 Chronicles 28:20 NLT)
Don’t be afraid.
God is with you.
So, do the work.
Pick up right where you are and begin. One step at one time.
You don’t need to do everything.
You just need to begin with this one thing.
And God is with you. He will not fail or forsake you.
When we lean our weary and overwhelmed souls onto Him, He shoulders the load. He makes sure the work is done well.
Maybe that’s the lesson Solomon needed so that when God told him, “Ask me for anything….” Solomon knew what to say:
Give me the wisdom and knowledge to lead them properly, for who could possibly govern this great people of yours?” (2 Chronicles 1:10 NLT).
Help me do the work. That’s what Solomon said. Show me how to fulfill this calling.
And isn’t this my heart, too?
Lord, show me how to do this well.
Let that be our prayer, our constant heart’s desire.
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