what if you grew up thinking that motherhood looked a certain way?
Maybe we all do that....
Dreaming for years about the perfect baby, and the perfect family surrounding that baby...
the perfect house and enough money to pay for the best opportunities for that baby and laughter and songs and kisses goodnight.
We imagine catching our partner's eyes smiling as our child takes his first step, learns throw a ball, and borrows the car keys for the first time.
But then life has other plans. Far from perfect. We spend lonely nights in hospital rooms wondering if that baby sleeping in the bed will survive. Looking around for that perfect partner that is long since gone. We feel the sting of shame as we sign up for food stamps and wonder how to pay for the field trips, soccer dues, and tattered shoes. There are so many storms you feel that you just can't weather them all....
But somehow it still feels perfect most days. Even though it couldn't be more different than you imagined. It can even feel perfect in the hardest moments.
So what if perfection is just plain messy? What if it hurts and heals and destroys and builds and terrifies and soothes?
If you knew that when you were building your dreams of the future, would it help?
Do we keep ourselves from finding perfection because it looks so different than we imagined?
What if you could you forgive the girl who tore your heart into a million unrecognizable pieces? Would you if she sang this to you? What would happen next?
Maybe the space between fear and peace is faith...and that is where the perfection is.
