No one told me they’d need a different mother…

I wasn’t prepared to not recognize the woman staring back at me in the reflection of the dirty mirror. I wasn’t prepared for the intrusive thoughts that beckoned me to imagine a life for my kids without me in it. I wasn’t prepared to feel like a nobody. I wasn’t prepared to feel unloved.

I also wasn’t prepared for a God who would flip the script and beckon me to mother mothers while whispering words into my overwhelmed ears like,

“I call nobodies and make them somebodies. I’ll call the unloved and make them beloved.”

I wasn’t prepared for the feelings that would fall like two day old, breast milk soaked clothes as I shed the need for approval and remembered that on September 25th, many moons ago, that I was divinely approved of as I left my mothers womb to take my first breaths.

The woman staring back at you is different.

The woman that each of your children need is different. My oldest needs quality time tucked in with tender words. My middle child needs physical touch and time well spent. My youngest? We don’t know what she needs just yet but this I know Mama…

How cool is it that we were uniquely chosen for our children during a time such as this? You’re here on purpose and with purpose. Step into that. Turn that light on. You were made for this and your babies are fully aware of that as is a good, good father who perfectly placed that egg inside of you within your grandmothers womb.

If you’re feeling overwhelmed hear me now.

• Stop what you’re doing.

• Look in the mirror and into that reflection.

• You’re going to tilt your chin up and confidently say, “I am somebody and her name is Beloved.”

Fix that crown. 👑

You wear it well.