One morning, I handed my kids fresh-out-of-the dryer clothes to put on thinking it was a win because I wouldn’t have to fold them. Three seconds later, my almost three-year-old returned the leggings I’d given her, dripping wet, and asked me to wash them … She had dropped them in the dog’s water bowl.
Oh, the trenches of motherhood with small children! We answer the endless stream of questions, we do not waver from the constant vigilance, and we spend years cutting every bite of food they eat smaller than a dime. We treasure the snuggles, the precious smiles and giggles, and the silly misspoken phrases that give insight into how their little brains are processing their world. We know the privilege of being the only person in the whole world who can make them feel safe and at peace, but also the drain of being the only person in the world who can make them stop crying. We marvel at and feel a twinge of sadness as they grow into a new phase, share a favorite toy without trouble, brush their own hair, and walk confidently into a new classroom.
What fills us as we constantly empty ourselves into our littles? How do we adequately care for ourselves through the daily grind and not to mention some of those bewitching morning or late afternoon hours which seem to stretch on endlessly? Perhaps it’s sitting down at your MOPS table with friends who immediately ask you whether the little one is sleeping better or about how her highly anticipated OT appointment went. Maybe it’s a play date with a like-minded mom friend where you share coffee and countless conversations interrupted by your children. Possibly, it’s a music class where you connect with families who share the same values and encourage you along the journey, or some alone time outside in the fresh air, reading a good book or listening to your own music.
Our society can be isolating for mothers of young children. It’s human nature to crave connection, community, support and affirmation. My prayer for you is that you’ll get enough of whatever it is that fills YOU so you remember to breathe through the next tantrum, instead of dissolving into one yourself.
When my older daughter was learning how to talk, my husband and I were fairly adept at translating her toddler-ese, but there were some phrases that got even the best of us. One day she said something I did not understand. I could have nodded and smiled, but instead I took the time and deciphered her words, “God loves Mama.” Cue heart melting. In Sing n’ Sprout class, we pause the music and take turns telling everyone that God loves you. My prayer for you is that you’ll get enough of whatever it is that fills YOU, so you can take pause and allow God’s love to overflow within you and into your Lil’ Sprout.
We each have different things that fill us. As a mother, we may find those things inside or outside of our home. Becoming a Sing n’ Sprout teacher is a wonderful way to build a business and pour into yourself and your world by staying right in your community. It’s an opportunity to tell others about God’s love. We would love to have a conversation with you. Visit our website and connect with us.