On Being a Mom
Originally posted January 10, 2026
Hello Moms of Littles (and not so littles). I was thinking about you this week. Praying for you. Your season of life brought a smile to my heart. The season of everything seems like it’s everywhere. Brownie crumbs on the rug. Toys in fifteen places. Chargers perpetually needed and lost. Coloring books scattered across the bed. Sticky candy on the bathroom faucet. You are in the season of being busy.
Maybe, you are the first one awake; the last one to bed. Being tired has become something that is both normal and manageable. You’re happy to cookie cutter sandwiches into fun shapes or listen to one more chapter book being read, but you also hope to catch the next episode of a favorite show or schedule a girl’s night soon.
You might find yourself needing an uninterrupted hour to read ahead for book club or shave your legs. (For some of you both book club and shaved legs have become a distant memory.)
I see you. I hear you. I have been you.
Here’s my insight: The days and years of childhood filling your home will end.
One day, your faucets will be void of sticky fingerprints. The embroidered topiary hand towel in the bathroom will go unused; you’ll put it away and marvel at how clean it looks. You’ll wash your hands with a bougie, bergamot scented soap and miss the days of cotton candy, sparkle pop, or superhero citrus whiffing through the air. You’ll be able to join book club, play pickleball, and binge watch Netflix all without a ruffle in the calendar. You can door dash dinner and no one will order chicken fingers, cheese pizza, or grilled cheese. Legos, glittered headbands, fairy wands, soccer socks, juice boxes, and one more request for a tuck-in at bedtime will primarily live in the past.
One day, your home will be quiet. Clean. And very good.
And you’ll miss your littles.
Your heart will ache for one more glimpse of the childhood that is currently sitting on the front pages of your life.
So, take a moment. Shave your legs. Make a cup of hot tea. Breathe. But don’t wish this season away. Don’t miss the gloriousness of it all. This Mom season has Jesus written all over it. Seek Him in the fingerprints, the crumbs, the homework chaos; find Him in the never-ending loads of laundry.
Childhood was His design, and He knew you could pull it off with what we sometimes call Mom magic. Jesus has not forgotten that you like to play the violin, eat meals that require a full set of silverware., or wear flawless makeup. In fact, all your Mom wonderfulness is layered on top of and found throughout your beauty and vice versa.
Enjoy this special, very good season. Soak it up with gratitude.
One day will be here before you know it.
Blessings,
Jo
Maybe, you are the first one awake; the last one to bed. Being tired has become something that is both normal and manageable. You’re happy to cookie cutter sandwiches into fun shapes or listen to one more chapter book being read, but you also hope to catch the next episode of a favorite show or schedule a girl’s night soon.
You might find yourself needing an uninterrupted hour to read ahead for book club or shave your legs. (For some of you both book club and shaved legs have become a distant memory.)
I see you. I hear you. I have been you.
Here’s my insight: The days and years of childhood filling your home will end.
One day, your faucets will be void of sticky fingerprints. The embroidered topiary hand towel in the bathroom will go unused; you’ll put it away and marvel at how clean it looks. You’ll wash your hands with a bougie, bergamot scented soap and miss the days of cotton candy, sparkle pop, or superhero citrus whiffing through the air. You’ll be able to join book club, play pickleball, and binge watch Netflix all without a ruffle in the calendar. You can door dash dinner and no one will order chicken fingers, cheese pizza, or grilled cheese. Legos, glittered headbands, fairy wands, soccer socks, juice boxes, and one more request for a tuck-in at bedtime will primarily live in the past.
One day, your home will be quiet. Clean. And very good.
And you’ll miss your littles.
Your heart will ache for one more glimpse of the childhood that is currently sitting on the front pages of your life.
So, take a moment. Shave your legs. Make a cup of hot tea. Breathe. But don’t wish this season away. Don’t miss the gloriousness of it all. This Mom season has Jesus written all over it. Seek Him in the fingerprints, the crumbs, the homework chaos; find Him in the never-ending loads of laundry.
Childhood was His design, and He knew you could pull it off with what we sometimes call Mom magic. Jesus has not forgotten that you like to play the violin, eat meals that require a full set of silverware., or wear flawless makeup. In fact, all your Mom wonderfulness is layered on top of and found throughout your beauty and vice versa.
Enjoy this special, very good season. Soak it up with gratitude.
One day will be here before you know it.
Blessings,
Jo
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