I’m learning that I’m going to be a better mother to Charlotte by letting other moms into my story. Moms that can teach me how to do her hair and make sure her skin always looks great. Moms that can help me navigate what it looks like raising Charlotte to be confident in who she is and celebrate the multiracial family she was raised in.
We can cheer each other on and walk forward knowing that we aren’t perfect, but that Jesus created us to be moms to these littles in our life. The joy of being a mom stems from the memories and moments with my little babies, but the freedom of being a mom comes from transparency. Do yourself a favor and let other moms know that your life isn’t perfect. Chances are theirs isn’t either.
I believe God gave Richard and me our daughters as gifts, and knowing that they are His first helps us understand that if we make mistakes it's okay. God understands them and because of that I can rest, fully knowing that He is the ultimate Father, and that's really all that matters. God, the creator of the universe, wants the best for my girls. He wants to use them, their insecurities, their heartbreak, and traumatizing vacuum stories for His glory.
There are things I tolerate that I don't like or agree with. I hate traffic but I know it's necessary in a society with individual car ownership. I dislike the security checkpoints in the airport, but I tolerate them because they serve a greater purpose. I even tolerate the taste of certain foods that are healthy even though they taste nasty (think Kale and beets).