The Broken Figurine

My youngest baby girl…trying to repair the broken figur

Today, I’m reminded of one of those sayings that the older and wiser moms always told me years ago as a new mom. One of those that hits you in the gut and you know it’s true, but you disregard it. “The days are long but the years are short.” I happen to believe January days are extra long. My 6 kids are full of energy and spunk. And they break things. Not purposefully. But they’re like wild, rambunctious, imaginative bulls in a China shop. They also are athletic and like to toss a ball in the house. I say all the time “momma can’t have nothing,” in my best southern accent. A few days ago it was my favorite cup with a Bible verse and an old vintage oil lamp. Yesterday it was a bowl. Then just last night I found this. Sitting there was some tape beside it…as if they unsuccessfully attempted to repair the morbid damage. 

How fitting that I find this with the mom’s head fallen off…all while the child still hugs and looks up to her. 

I say it all the time in my podcast…they say we can’t pour from an empty cup. But all mommas know we do it anyways. We keep pouring, we always find a way…even if our cups and our things keep breaking. Even if we lose our heads in the process. 🥴 Motherhood alone breaks you sometimes.  In all sorts of ways. Sometimes all at once, but mostly over the years. You know the ones. Those short years that come from those long January days like today.  In the early years they break our sleep patterns, especially those long nights when they have the colic. Then as they grow… our hearts get broken when we see our babies hurting, struggling, or left out.  It breaks us they are up all night burning hot from a fever.  When the break a bone or get a broken heart. They keep us up worrying and praying over them.  Then come the teenage years and they break our hearts on the regular with their hormonal moods and outbursts.  

But a mother always finds the grace. Even on days we may get it all wrong. The grace is still there.  It will surface among all the laundry, dishes, and scattered shoes. 

That’s a kind of grace that only God can give.  And I believe he gives a little extra to the mommas.  

I believe a mother’s love is like a beautiful

glimmer of comparison of God’s love.  

It comes without limits or conditions. It endures forever…and It meets our babies, big or small, exactly where they’re at.  Thank God for his grace, goodness, and a little gorilla glue ❤️

Isaiah 66:13 - “As a mother comforts her child, so will I comfort you…”