Before the mom thing I thought this one-syllable word was pretty straightforward. You know, be honest so people trust your promises, reliable so people trust you’ll follow through, have integrity so people trust you’ll do the right thing. Sounds simple enough for a person of good character.
There’s also mindless acts of certainty in everyday things such as trusting your car will start, the paycheck will show up, the sun will come out tomorrow—somewhere anyway. You trust the grocery store will have food on the shelves and the library will have books.
Then motherhood dawns…
…and the meaning of trust shifts into a celestial gear.
Somehow, you need to brace your self for the ride.
When our second son was 5 days old, he stopped breathing. When the ambulance arrived, he was coughing and crying, air filling his lungs again. But we still had to transport him to the hospital for tests: EKG, spinal tap, blood panel, etc. I was the ripe age of 25 when a firestorm of unknowns blazed at me from every direction. Trust?
Our oldest son was in kindergarten when bullying entered his world. He’d come home crying about how his classmates teased him. My mom blood began to boil, and spinning thoughts of a damaged self-esteem consumed me. Trust?
In the fourth grade, we allowed our daughter to play football. Not flag. Seeing as a 20-year-old she is 5’ 2”; you can imagine the pip-squeak stature she had at 9. And because she is all-things athlete, she became the quarterback, which means a large majority of the offense was her running the ball, ergo, getting creamed by boys twice her size. Trust?
Learning this new type of trust is overwhelming. First, we need to trust in ourselves. We need to believe despite our weaknesses, cluelessness, and naivetes, we are indeed capable of taking care of another human being. Such confidence can take forever years to build. Because no instruction manual. No universal how-to or handy DIY video at our fingertips explaining proper ways to handle the ever-changing, always surprising nuances of raising kids.
As the need to trust begins to filter through every age and stage of mothering, our doubts can quadruplify. In the school-age years, we need to trust our kids will have good teachers, be able to learn, develop social skills, and make friends. The tween years ask us to trust our kids will adapt to hormonal changes, find their tribe, resist the giant sucking sound of middle-school drama, and develop self-love. Raising teenagers means trusting our kids will develop healthy friendships, make good choices, be safe drivers, say no to drugs/alcohol, avoid serious injury in a sport, and have the strength to be an original.
Parenting young adults is an enigma of its own. We need to trust they’ll find their way, believe in themselves, garner motivation to build a future, grow in their faith. Big-time credence.
What we find out over time is the type of trust necessary in motherhood has everything to do with a capital T—Trust. Which, translated in many languages, means blind faith. Unseeing assurance that something bigger than ourselves will always take care of our kids.
Parenting becomes a cosmic Trust walk in a galaxy of unknowns.
One day you’re floating atop a certain air of confidence; the next day, you’re sucked into a black hole with no idea where you are, how you got there, and when or if you’ll get out alive. One day, you’re celebrating a majestic supernova of accomplishment or milestone, and the next, your ego takes a pummeling from a vicious meteor shower of doubt, uncertainty, and fear.
Motherhood is, without exception, a magnificent gift coupled with mind-blowing uncertainty. We have no real choice but to walk by faith. Even if we have “sight”, we can’t see more than two feet in front of us on any given day.
The only constant we can count on is love. Like gravity, it’s always there pulling us in the right direction—towards our children. This means we can lean in with love into every struggle, joy, annoyance, and success. We can infuse love into every terrifying fear and gratifying adventure.
Therefore, I guess raising kids is also a cosmic Love walk.
A level of adoration extending beyond the vastness of comprehension yet contained within our limited human capabilities.
So, it appears motherhood is really a cosmic God walk.
I think the sooner we realize God is in control, the better. The quicker we spiritually place our kids into LOVE’s protective arms, the easier our role becomes. Even one small step as a mom means one giant leap for our kin Click & Tweet!
Will you join me in trying to Trust a little more each day? What’s one small act of Trust you can implement right now?
Upward and onward, crazy Mommas!
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