31 Days of Embracing Motherhood

So today when I found out about The Nester’s 31 Days project, I knew I had to get on board.  I love to write.  I love a plan.  I scribble notes and blog ideas and story outlines and bits of bad poetry on post-its, in my agenda, throughout spiral notebooks, on backs of napkins…but I rarely make any (much less all) of those ideas happen.

Which is why I need accountability.

So I’m linking up (hopefully not too late) with the 31 Days plan to write about one topic every day for thirty-one days.

I got started this morning without even realizing it.

I also attempted to make a buttony-thingy, but I think it needs some work.

31 Days of Embracing Motherhood

All of it.  Even when I don’t want to.  Even when I want to escape into someone else’s words.  Even when I’m tired.  Even when I think I have nothing profound or funny or inspiring or interesting to say.  I’ve been a long time coming to this, to settling into the idea that being a mom doesn’t mean I’ll know every answer, doesn’t mean I’ll love being with my kids all the time, doesn’t mean I’ll be able to fix every problem.

Being a mom does mean I’ll come face-to-face with my own imperfections, my own shortcoming, my own pride and I’ll lock myself in the bathroom and cry.

It means I’ll wonder every day if I’m doing anything right and I’ll pray every night that God will fix all my mistakes, so that no matter what, my kids will know I love them.

Being a mother is a journey, a marathon, a quest.  Join me for 31 days?