My mom and I were chatting about blogging the other day and she said something interesting. She said she couldn’t figure out what motivates me to be so transparent online.
Without missing a beat I told her it’s because of you, my reader. It’s because I want you to know that you are not alone. I want to share not only the joys of life, but the challenges as well because so often I feel isolated, and I don’t want you to. It’s that simple.
When I write about the challenges I’m facing as a wife, a mother, a follower of Christ, I always try to do it with a message of hope. Yes, life is especially intense in this season, but there are moments of such joy as well, and maybe I haven’t talked enough about those.
I often mention the innumerable diapers I change in a day, but I forget to share that I don’t mind changing diapers. I love blowing raspberries on those soft baby bellies and getting baby bums all fresh and clean. It’s not like I look forward to it, and two year old poop is no walk in the park, but I genuinely don’t mind it.
I’ve shared about the challenges of sick children who are up all night, but I’ve neglected to share how much purpose I find in caring for my little ones. Wiping their noses and kissing fever swept brows, there is joy there too.
Yes, I forget to put the wash in the dryer multiple times, but after its clean, I love pulling the warm bundles into a basket, and folding tiny sweaters and pairing up wee socks (when I can actually find both of them). Placing stacks of sweet smelling clothing in drawers reminds me how grateful I am for all I’ve been given.
There is always a bright side. It’s not always easy to find, but it’s there and I’m praying we can both find it even on our darkest day