This is the season of parenting we are in.
Busy.
Family time looks different than it did when we had toddlers. Our weekdays are full of practices and games, one sport or another. One parent going here, and the other parent going there. Rarely are the five of us together at the same time. And now we are in the season of Sunday games and Sunday recitals and Sunday tournaments. Our schedule is packed.
It just is what it is.
Would I have rather been in church this morning? Yes. But I would have been torn. I would have missed half of my heart. I would have missed my people doing what they love.
So the question is, do we separate our attention? Or, do we embrace the new season of family time? How do we find balance in the midst of this season? I don't know the answer. I'm still trying to figure this parenting stage out. I'm not perfect. I make mistakes, but I'm learning to give myself grace.
I don't know much, but what I do know is that I would have missed seeing Zeb's helmet with my name written on it and his little hand-drawn heart.
I'm so glad I saw that sweet sign of affection {especially from him}. I needed that.
With my whole heart, I needed that.
It's the little things that matter most during this season of busy.
Happy Mother's Day from an imperfect momma who is taking in the deep breath of grace today.
Busy.
Family time looks different than it did when we had toddlers. Our weekdays are full of practices and games, one sport or another. One parent going here, and the other parent going there. Rarely are the five of us together at the same time. And now we are in the season of Sunday games and Sunday recitals and Sunday tournaments. Our schedule is packed.
It just is what it is.
Would I have rather been in church this morning? Yes. But I would have been torn. I would have missed half of my heart. I would have missed my people doing what they love.
So the question is, do we separate our attention? Or, do we embrace the new season of family time? How do we find balance in the midst of this season? I don't know the answer. I'm still trying to figure this parenting stage out. I'm not perfect. I make mistakes, but I'm learning to give myself grace.
I don't know much, but what I do know is that I would have missed seeing Zeb's helmet with my name written on it and his little hand-drawn heart.
I'm so glad I saw that sweet sign of affection {especially from him}. I needed that.
With my whole heart, I needed that.
It's the little things that matter most during this season of busy.
Happy Mother's Day from an imperfect momma who is taking in the deep breath of grace today.
5 comments:
The name on the helmet?? Melts my heart. You are an incredible mom, and friend! I am happy you're finding grace, because you give it daily as a mom and a friend. Happy Mother's Day!
Shelley!!!! I love you. I hope you had a wonderful day!
You did good. Wrote it just as you should have. I hope a lot of people read it.
Good, good words. We all need to take a deep breath of grace sometimes. I LOVE that they boys wrote their mama's names on their helmets. Precious.
Grace is ALWAYS found outside the doors of the church. Ball games (and sweet messages on helmets) are not often found outside the ball field. And Zeb will remember you were there. (he'd also remember if you hadn't been there...especially with your name written on his helmet) :)
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