Each wee heart is different.
In our house, these three wee souls are so unique.
They have taught me so much about difference and acceptance. Love and grace.
They have taught me so much about difference and acceptance. Love and grace.
In the sea of noise and a busy household, the differences between our girls are still very clear and despite nearly 10 years of parenting we are still feeling our way at times…what works for one may not work for the other, trying not to fit all of them into the same mould.
This means effort though, pursuing each little heart when at times it would be easier not to. Easier to blanket them all with one phrase or reaction.
But they are not the same; not little machines that fit into our expectations…they are unique, gorgeously different little people, who alongside us, carve their wee way in life.
Being here to help them, to encourage them to be true to their passions and giftings…to be real, honest and vulnerable. To be kind. To love well. This is my job.
Difficult when we’re tired and weary, when the mundane of parenthood sweeps over and nothing seems to make a difference. When we yell and criticise and feel failure shame us into the belief that we’re not good enough.
But it – is – not true.
In those moments I try so hard to speak truth into the lies.
The small moments…those little seemingly unimportant but good ones that happen over and over and over again; it’s often where it counts most. The being silly, the listening to the same joke for the nth time. It’s the being real…asking for forgiveness from little hearts and pointing them to the grace and mercy that is the only perfect thing.
We will fail; many, many times over.
But we need to pursue them…it is worth the risk.
But they are not the same; not little machines that fit into our expectations…they are unique, gorgeously different little people, who alongside us, carve their wee way in life.
Being here to help them, to encourage them to be true to their passions and giftings…to be real, honest and vulnerable. To be kind. To love well. This is my job.
Difficult when we’re tired and weary, when the mundane of parenthood sweeps over and nothing seems to make a difference. When we yell and criticise and feel failure shame us into the belief that we’re not good enough.
But it – is – not true.
In those moments I try so hard to speak truth into the lies.
The small moments…those little seemingly unimportant but good ones that happen over and over and over again; it’s often where it counts most. The being silly, the listening to the same joke for the nth time. It’s the being real…asking for forgiveness from little hearts and pointing them to the grace and mercy that is the only perfect thing.
We will fail; many, many times over.
But we need to pursue them…it is worth the risk.
This is such a great reminder for parents. …especially on the tired days…haha.
Beautiful girls and beautiful post! So true! There are plenty of days we struggle as parents, but we get right back in there and try again. Thanks for the reminder!