One Day

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 lost. Books scattered across the bed. Sticky candy on the bathroom faucet.  You are in the season of being busy. You are the first one awake; the last one to bed. Being tired becomes something that is 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 girls’ night soon. You need 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 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, and 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. Dinner can be delivered and no one will order chicken fingers, cheese pizza, or grilled cheese.
 
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 all 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.
 
One day will be here before you know it.

Big Love,
Jo

A Message for You

This image is of the daybed in the downstairs bedroom. Simple. Clean. Festive. Barely touched. I pulled the Christmas sheets off and called my adult children. The pull on my heart pulled me to see all the beautiful and wonderful of this season -- the one where I have time, energy, and resources to make all the guest rooms look Christmasy. The season of knowing that God Speaks Girl; He speaks Mom. Friend, no matter the season, God will speak to your heart. He understands everything.

Start the conversation. What do you need to tell God? What do you need to hear from Him?

*Original publication December 2026.