I’m in a mom’s group reading through Sally Clarkson’s The Mission of Motherhood, and last night’s meeting was uplifting and convicting. One thing that we discussed was wanting to invest in our children’s hearts so that they’ll want to come to us even when it’s no longer about kissing boo-boos and wiping bottoms. I am so incredibly blessed to have grown up with a mommy who was and is this to me–who has talked to me for tens of thousands of hours about everything going on in my life, from skating to boys to college life to pregnancy, breastfeeding, and raising my kids. She’s got my best interests at heart, and since she knows me better than I know myself, I truly value her words (even when they’re not what I was expecting to hear). How I hope that I’m able to have the same level of respect and trust with my kids that we do! I’ve shared before that my sense of purpose as a full-time mother is rooted in the quarter century my mom spent pouring into the three of us kids, and I don’t think the boys and I could even fathom how formative that was for us. She certainly has my heartstrings firmly attached, and I’m so grateful that she’s still available to help me figure out how to disciple my kids (sharing her wisdom with me on a nearly daily basis, because the older I get, the more I realize I don’t have it all figured out!). My CBS lesson last week challenged us to tell people in our lives how they’ve encouraged and helped us, and I need to do this more: I know that I would not be the woman, wife, mother that I am today without the patience, love, wisdom, and encouragement of my Proverbs 31 mom!
Such a sweet photo.