loving the growing

Loving the Growing

We are a family of five. With a five, four and three year underfoot I often hear the dreaded, “You have your hands full!” almost anywhere we venture. And yes, I do have my hands full. Full of love. Full of laughter. Full of growth. And the growth has not only been seen in my children it’s been seen in me.

I think that one of the things about parenting that shocked me to my core was how much I, myself would grow. We all know and hear about how fast the children grow, and to enjoy the little years because they go by oh so quickly. And while yes it is true that our children grow ever so fast. We are also growing ever so fast.

In my journey I have had to bend and yield my branches to the stretching and yes, sometimes agonizing growing happening in me. From punitive parenting to a more gentle and respectful approach, I grow. From one little chubby faced on time Alexavier to a little skinny preemie Benaiah, I grew. From two wild and love you silly boys to a sweet and precious princess of a girl, I grew. I stretched and squirmed and down right groaned into mothering my three spectacular gifts.

If you’re reading this and wondering what it’s like to go from a family of three, to four, to five… well, I just hope you are ready to grow. Ready to grow and stretch and love every moment of it. I hope that you ready to lean into God like a new bush leans into a pole, and grow around Him. He is the One who will hold you together as he wrecks you apart and pulls each big and tiny weed out of your roots. He is the one who will sustain you on the hard days and your children on the days when it is just too hard. I have been there, I am still there, and dare I say I expect to be for a very long time. I don’t know if it gets easier yet, but I have hope that if I, that if we, believe in what Christ did on the cross applies to our mothering it will get lighter to bear.

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