Within hours of finding out that I was pregnant with not one, but two little babies, I was laid flat out on the couch, overcome with a flu-like bug. I confess, this is something that has happened to me with every pregnancy. The pure shock of discovering I was pregnant seems to make my immune system collapse. It’s kind of funny when you think about it, because there is no other time in a woman’s life when needing to be healthy and strong would be as important.
I think my immune system knew what my mind was thinking and went on strike ahead of time!
“Oh, no. Houston, we have a problem. Her life is about to radically change. Forget her plans. Never mind her dreams. These babies are going to reroute everything. Quick, collapse and pretend it isn’t so.”
Of course, my “mental” illness passed quickly, especially as I began to accept the reality of my motherhood.. . . even when it happened way sooner than planned. . . when it wasn’t planned at all . . .when we got the two-for-one deal. While I was ecstatic about each bundle of joy placed in my arms, I found myself grieving inside the secret corners of my heart.
I knew, intuitively, that saying yes to motherhood meant saying no to those yet-unrealized-dreams.
I think that’s what made my heart and mind and body so sick. In the pursuit of my motherhood dream, I knew I’d be giving up things I loved, craved, longed for . . .
sleeping in on Saturday mornings
running errands at a reasonably productive pace
thinking clearly without being interrupted
taking off on vacations without a car full of baby equipment
enjoying business attire and meetings and accomplishing long-term goals
By the time my oldest was six, I realized that my dreams of “having it all” as a mom would never come to be. Really, it was having the twins that convinced me it wasn’t even worth trying to accomplish “it all” because I was so stretched beyond my own abilities. I was no longer able to manage the “perfect little family,” dressing the girls in matching clothes, fixing their hair with pretty bows, chauffeuring them to dance classes and playdates without collapsing in exhaustion, while keep the twins perfectly content to be hauled around in the baby carriers.
When I went from man-to-man defense to playing zone with four kids, life changed . . . for the better.
Bows didn’t matter as much. Dance class wasn’t essential to the development of a six year old girl. Playdates were a nicety, not a necessity. Heck, leaving babies in onesies for days until they were really stinky and dirty was all about survival. To think I changed my oldest clothes with each spit up!
Sure, I gave up the “have it al dream” while I was still in the diaper-duty season, but I honestly thought that when they all would finally be in school, I could do what I want when I wanted.
That’s so not the case.
Whether our kiddos go off to school or if we’re homeschooling (I did that for a year), our lives will never be our own again nor will their ever be a possibility to have it all.
When they are infants, they need our arms to hold them close.
When they are toddlers, they need our legs to chase them down.
When they are in the little years, they need our hands to caress their heads, help build their legos, show them how to hold a pencil, and braid their little doll’s hair.
When they enter those tween years, they need our tender words flowing often into their maturing minds, reminding them of Whose they are . . . while their bodies and minds are wildly growing and changing.!
When they transition into those teens years, they need our eyes to look beyond their face and into their hearts to help them process the world from God’s perspective.
When they finally arrive on graduation day, they need us to let go of our grip on their hands and while using our knees in prayer like never before.
Our children need us from birth and beyond, and it is meeting their needs that will keep us from having it all. To say yes to our babes is to say no to some of our dreams . . . not all of them . . . but certainly to the ones that keep us from making the the most of our motherhood opportunity.
Having it all . . . well, let’s consider that a myth, while embracing motherhood because that’s the better gift.
Elisa is a trained biblical life coach, mentor, and speaker passionate about equipping women to experience authentic life change for the sake impacting the next generation. She is the founder of More to Be (moretobe.com) and author of Impact My Life: Biblical Mentoring Simplified. Elisa considers her first calling as wife to Stephen and mother to her house-full of children.
Connect with Elisa at http://elisapulliam.com.
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