I didn't mean to be a mom.
Initially, I mean. It was the weekend I turned 21 years old; I'd been married less than 2 years. We returned from a trip to LA for a friend's wedding, and I took a pregnancy test. Surely not. But...?
I took the test, set it down, and began the longest 30-second wait of my life. Just then, the door buzzed. The UPS guy was delivering a package to our apartment. By the time Eric retreived the package, two very distinct lines showed on the stick thingy.
Holy, moly. I was pregnant.
I've NEVER been one of those women who said, "I want a baby! I want kids!"
I hated babysitting.
I was going to have a kid of my own. Braden was born in April, and he was the coolest kid ever. So easy to deal with. So much fun. So smart. Everybody liked him. He (being his mother's son) was famous for correcting the pronunciation of dinosaur names as people read him his Dino books.
A few years later, we had Holland. I had been coaching competitive cheerleading, so when I found out she was a girl, I was like, "Noooooo!" I'd already had enough girl drama. But Holland was adorable. She had Shirley Temple ringlets.
20 months later, along came Aidan, followed swiftly by a vasectomy. (TMI, I know.) Aidan's name means fiery one. Silly us. As you know, he's our rockstar.
When Aidan was born, we were living in Zimmerman, and Eric was living out his workaholism at our church in Brooklyn Park. I was very happy but kinda on my own. Two weeks into being a mother of three, I realized I did NOT have what it took to do this mom thing without losing my mind.
Do you feel like you don't have what it takes to live out the calling on your life right now? Whether it's motherhood or a career change or a relational struggle or caring for an elderly parent, this question might be in your mind.
This Mother's Day weekend at The Crossing, I'm going to tell you you have what it takes. And I'm going to share with you from scripture just how I know that's true.
If you're not in the area, we livestream at 11:35 this Sunday.
Have a beautiful day!