I diffused oil in the room my teenagers homeschool in and they got twice as much done.
This statement actually came out of my mouth today. While wearing a denim jumper.
Okay, I’m kidding about the jumper, it was a shirt, but I clamped my hand over my mouth to keep the hysterical laughter contained.
Because I don’t even know who I am anymore.
If you had told me a decade ago when I was in the middle of my “we need to move out of our starter home” rant and “life is all about me” phase, that I would find my passion and purpose serving the poor as a homeschooling mother who even knows what an oil diffuser is–I would have laughed you out of the room.
And yet, here I am–living the stereotype.
[Disclaimer: I’m a hit and miss oil user and I’m not trying to sell them, so please don’t try to sell them to me]
I’ve been chewing on irony a lot lately. And motherhood is a classroom and every season is a teacher.]Yes, I was the expert on parenting before I became a mother with a whole host of “my child will never do that” promises which came back to haunt me. I’ve had my share of days doing exactly what I said I wouldn’t. God teaches us humility on days when our toddlers, wearing heeled princess shoes with jeans melt down on the bakery aisle because we only let them open one bag of white powered sugar donuts.
What? It can happen.
In my 16 plus years of parenting, I have stereotyped what I didn’t understand and refused to try something new as much as the next mom. I have questioned mothers who did it their way instead of mine and without fail, I have learned this truth: We cannot appreciate the fit of someone else’s shoes until we try them on.
And I’m not just talking about education and essential oils. I am talking about the way our culture judges and criticize mothers for their humanity. Instead of a society that grieves along with moms who’s babies are left in hot cars and rowdy boys who nearly die on zoo visits, a modern day social media crucifixion ensues.
The last thing moms need are more stone-throwers.
Motherhood changes us. We stretch and grow and when we look back, we aren’t the same. Our bodies and hearts and capacity for change has grown.
Dear moms, learn from me–never say never.
Never declare what you won’t do in parenting (or what will never happen to you) –it’s funny how life works and how we change and what we can’t control (children).
Never say my child would never do that because they might just make us a liar.
Never say my path is perfect because none of us know what’s around the corner.
Never refuse to offer grace to someone we don’t understand, because we might just find ourselves being misunderstood.
Never stop learning, growing, changing, trying something new.
Because you just never know, that thing you think you’ll never do–well, someday, it might just be the perfect fit.