Motherhood has taught me a lot of things, but one thing I didn’t expect was for it to completely change me—for the better.
It wasn’t long into becoming a mother when I realized that God was going to use motherhood to shape me, mold me, weave me into the person He wanted me to be.
It hasn’t always been easy. It hasn’t always been fun. It definitely hasn’t always been glamorous. More than anything, perhaps, it’s been humbling. But the tapestry He’s making is beautiful.
I wrote the following essays during my first six years of motherhood—those years when the days were long and the nights were even longer. The years of late-night nursings, round-the-clock diaper changes, scrubbing potty training messes out of the carpet, and wiping boogers and spit up from both my clothes and theirs.
It was also the years of early-morning cuddles, made-up songs, read-aloud board books, baking cookies and muffins, play dates, and Curious George marathons on Netflix.
I pray you will be encouraged and blessed by these words from someone still in the trenches when she wrote them. I hope you will laugh, cry, and, most of all, see God’s weaving of your heart through your motherhood journey as well.