Make motherhood real again.

The pressure on motherhood these days can feel crippling. One scroll through social media can lay out standards that are impossible to meet all at once- if at all. Have a perfect house. No mountains of laundry, dishes in the sink, or signs of raising a family left in the shot. Place a rainbow of organic food on the table around the clock. Make sure your kids are dressed like a Zara ad at every outing. And keep a house that resembles more of a better homes and gardens styled shoot than the backdrop to actually living. Keep a body that looks like you never carried children at all. And put on a face that shows no sign whatsoever of aging.

What if we check all the boxes that societial rules lay out for us but miss the actual point? What if in the pursuit of having it all together we actually miss it all together? What if while trying to meet the mark we miss out on the actual messy wonderful beauty of raising up the next generation?

Let's make motherhood real again. Lets cheer on presence over perfection. Lets prioritize raising kids of character over raising kids that can perform but lack empathy. Lets love our actual lives over the filtered versions. Lets listen to our kids giggle, gather them around our tables, look them in the eyes, speak life and truth over them, and model what it looks like to chase after Jesus. Lets teach them grace and gratitude and how to see themselves and others through a lens of compassion and kindness. Lets carry our torch - igniting hope and lighting up the darkness making it easier for our kids to see and make their way through.

Because this motherhood is holy ground. Raw and stunning and breathtaking. And goodness- it's too good to miss.