We don’t think about how much we need time, as moms. We don’t think about it because we’re too busy living, too busy planning, too busy dreaming, too busy worrying….and all those other things that moms do.
And we rarely stop and think….or let alone, have the conversation…..that moms sometimes need to reflect on the fact that there’s a season for everything.
There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under the heavens… Ecclesiastes 3:1
We get down, often thinking (especially young, new moms) that we’ve lost ourselves in motherhood, that we’ve somehow disappeared under the mountainous piles we call our life now. We start to lose hope on dreams that once lit us up so brightly. We think we should just “let that go and face reality now.” That “that” is over. For many moms, these thoughts can be depressing. These thoughts can cause us to dwell on what we do NOT have instead of what we do. They can cause us to feel lonely, separated, and like we’re “missing out.”
But nothing could be further from the truth.
The marathon of motherhood is such a special season of life. No amount of training beforehand could have prepared you for what you’re enduring now. This day after day of hitting the ground running is hard. It’s grueling. It’s intense.
Some days you have to slow down. Way down.
Some days you’re good at just running at a good speed, enjoying the journey, appreciating the scenery.
Some days you’re on top of your game and you get a bit ahead, and it feels great.
Some days you even think you’re figuring out this whole race. You’re pretty accustomed to the twists and turns and have come to expect them. Sore feet pretty much don’t bother you anymore. There are callouses in the right places, and you could almost run barefoot even….
You’ve surrounded yourself with other moms and it’s become fun, and for some veteran moms, the finish line is in sight. You’re proud. Exhilarated. Teary-eyed and in awe that with God’s help, you made it. And your little one is about to embark on their own voyage in life.
This particular race – this season of motherhood – has been run.
And it hits you.
There’s another race after this one. A different one. A different season of life awaits.
A new time has come. One that welcomes you to do things that you once thought you let die inside of you. Those dreams. Those hobbies (that perhaps you did keep alive somehow.)
You realize now that there was no need for you to be upset, or impatient, or to have lost hope in doing those “other things” that God placed in your heart so long ago. They didn’t have to be fretted over. They didn’t have to be thrown out. You realize you’ve just run the most important marathon of all, that of raising your children for the Lord. And maybe those ideas, hopes and dreams have changed a little bit over the years, but now that you have more of a chance to do them, you realize that all you needed was a little time.
Really. A little time. Because it was just yesterday that he was born. And now he’s off to college?
You look back, sigh, and smile.
Seasons change. Boy, do they change so quickly.
And with time, each season affords new opportunities of its own. New challenges, time for different things, new races.
You look down and see…..you’ll need a new pair of race shoes, as it’s clear that mile after mile, your time has been well spent.
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