Mamas wear many different hats.
Sometimes we put on our nurse's cap and kiss away the sickies and cuddle up babies as we wipe snotty noses and try to make it all disappear.
Sometimes we are the coach with our baseball hat on- cheering on their successes, knowing when to let sit on the sidelines and let them spread their wings of independence and when to rush in with support.
Daddy helps with the sippy.
Sometimes we are the cook and maid with our aprons on - hair pulled back. Cleaning and making messes simultaneously.
Caught in the act!
The finished meal that followed the little bug's cereal adventure.
Sometimes we are the soldier with our helmet on ready to take on any battle that comes our way. Always fighting for their future. (and her's sure is bright!)
Sometimes we are the woman with bobby pins passing off the babe to someone to go on an errand, date, etc...constantly thinking about them as we try to step away from our mothering for just a moment.
Sometimes we are just mama. No hat, just tousled hair or a pony- makeup or not, here we are. Ready and willing to do whatever they want and need (sometimes making it up as we go).
And sometimes we are something completely different, as I have come to find over these past few months. Sometimes we are working mama. Career mama. This mama is one that I have come to know well over the past few months. One that I have tried to wrestle with and conquer. The mama that feels more spread than she ever imagined. Not knowing if she is succeeding at anything - but trying so very hard to make it seem effortless and not halfway complete. Wondering about whether she is doing her family right - her colleagues right - her students right. Trying to make all of the pieces fit, only to let some of them fall into the wrong places.
This is one reason why I've neglected our sweet little blog- because of the attempt at finding a balance. As a working mama your priorities change. You go from juggling everything in the air, to letting it fall, and then to picking it all back up and trying again.
Now, I can't say that I'm perfect at it - far from it in fact- but, I will say that I am slowly but surely getting better at wearing all of my hats. I put them on daily, finding the joy in all of the fibers that they are.
This has been the driving scripture that I have been reading almost daily since August to help with this daily preparation:
"Because of our faith, Christ has brought us into this place of undeserved privilege where we now stand, and we confidently and joyfully look forward to sharing God's glory. We can rejoice, too, when we run into problems and trials, for we know that they help us develop endurance. And endurance develops strength of character, and character strengthens our confident hope of salvation." - Romans 5:2-4
Bring on those hats!