Ever have one of those moments where you hear the critical, self-loathing, insert your adjective, words come out of your child’s mouth, and right before you lean in to correct them, you realize they sound a lot like you?

In a celebratory time like this you would think I would lead with the richer and better and tell them of all the adventures, love, and laughter they would share… However, I couldn’t help but think that I would tell them it was going to be a hard, rocky road. I would tell them that there would be a lot of worse and poorer days when they would have to love with more than feelings.

Like the disciples, we all have our seasons of sitting in Saturday. Those seasons where the goodness and faithfulness of God don’t seem to line up with the circumstances of life around us. It’s a hard day.

In my short time on team mom I am realizing you have to be ready for anything. There is a “both and” feel to this season. He is both my baby AND growing into a little man. I know this season feels just as weird to him as it does me. It’s the middle. It’s transition. From the ending of what was to the beginning of what will be.

As a recovering performance junkie and avid people pleaser, I always believed that love and delight were earned or achieved. But nothing has taught me more about the depths of that lie than being a mother.