I'm so worn out by the way we do motherhood.
And I'm realizing that there should've been a tenth chapter in my book (I already published).
If I could go back, I would call it "Embracing One Another".
You see, there's this huge burden on my heart lately. An old elementary school friend of mine has been in the hospital for the entirety of 2017. With her son. Who has only ever known hospital walls.
And this son of hers, precious, beautiful, perfect child, has an extremely rare form of epilepsy that could, honestly, be terminal for this little guy.
And yet, all around me, I see mothers go about bashing and critiquing and correcting and chastising and beating one another down.
Oh, not so much in person, but "cowardly-style", behind our thumbs and screens.
(There's probably some of you that are still hung up over my almost use of the "s" word in my title. Some "hypocrite Christian she is".)
We're cruel. We're brutal. We're about making sure that everyone knows that this motherhood thing can't be done any better than the way we're doing it.
(I should know. I used to be one of them. But with experience, comes wisdom.)
And then this world has women, mothers that are literally going through hell on earth, and they'd do just about anything to get out of it.
We seem to be so consumed about one-upping those Pinterest Darlings, that we forget that we are all human beings, with real trials, and challenges, and, yes, even feelings.
There aren't any "safe spaces" for motherhood. (Although, a lot of you may say that Target counts).
Because aren't we all trying here?
Isn't this gig hard enough?
I mean, maybe we aren't trying our best all of the time. Maybe, in fact, we are barely ever trying our best. I know I don't.
Maybe our best is just in the trying. And maybe that mother that feels completely guilty for not being as blog-worthy as the next mom, just needs you to say to her that it's just right. She's doing motherhood just right.
The sh*t always will hit the fan. It just will. There's an endless supply, if you haven't noticed yet. (Story of your life, eh?)
And maybe the walls are covered in the room you're standing in. Maybe you feel like you're the only one that can clean this mess up, but in reality, it's too much for one person.
We need to be cleaning one another's walls. Lifting each other up. Embracing one another. Showing up and doing. Encouraging. Loving. Being. Looking.
Looking for opportunities to pray for, come alongside, give breaks, love on, and listen to other mothers.
Just think of one thing.
And do it. Words. Deeds. Living and Breathing together.
Because it's all hard. It's so hard by itself. Life adds the extra.
So, be the extra-takers.