A Message of Hope For You, Young Mom

I met a young mom today. She was busily bringing one small child to her dance class carrying another while another squirmed in the stroller. She had another waiting for her at home. I could relate instantly. After all, that was me not so many years ago. I saw her cast a wistful eye my way when I settled down to read and wait with no little people mobbing me.  I smiled and let her know that it would be her turn soon enough.

I’m finally speaking from the other end of the spectrum. It seems like just a blink ago, I was in her place. I was the younger mom. When I was in the midst of it, tired all the time, trying to breathe between diaper changes and messes to clean up, I didn’t believe it when people would say, “Just enjoy them. The time passes so fast.” Sometimes that sentiment made me want to pull out all my hair. Sometimes I just wanted to pull out all their hair! I would smile and nod, all the while thinking it surely didn’t go that fast. It was only the senility of their old age- weren’t they at least forty or so!- that made them forget.

Hope for young moms

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And now here I am, on the other side. All of sudden forty’s looking pretty young. And I find myself with one teenager and another almost teenager. My “baby” is eight. And, what do you know, the time really did fly by.

So, here I am offering you hope from the other side. For the young mom I met today or any young mom who might feel a little harried, a little overwhelmed, a little uncertain about whether or not this season of life will ever end. This is for you. For those of you who have not gone to the bathroom alone for months at a time; those of you who can’t remember the last time you sat through a whole meal without getting up to change a dirty diaper; those of you who have learned to carry a toddler in your arms, a baby nursing in a sling and still run behind a naked preschooler dashing out the door. This is for you.

There is hope, my friend. There is hope. One day (and it really will happen in the blink of an eye- don’t pull all my hair out!) they will be bigger and you will, perhaps, breathe a little easier. Someday soon, you will be able to go to the bathroom alone. You won’t have a diaper to change. And you may even sleep through the night. (Although I can’t promise that.)

In the meantime, can I tell you something? God promises to be our strength. He promises that when we feel our weakest, that is when His strength can be revealed. That should make you feel better. It makes me feel better because I’m still pretty weak and incapable most of the time- just maybe because of different things. God promises that His mercies are new every morning. Every day when we get up, there’s new strength, new grace, new chances to glorify Him. That’s really good news. I know there were (and still are) days when I was sure I was ruining these kids with my inability or rotten attitude or bad judgement. But God’s grace is bigger than my failure. And He loves my kids even more than I do.

So, take heart. Breathe deep. Pray hard. Enjoy your kids. It will be changing soon. One day you may even miss diaper changes. I’m not there yet. But, my friend, I can promise you from farther down the road- There is hope!

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