Hello Beautiful – Mercy Me
I hear parents all the time talk about what they’d do differently now. Wisdom and regret mix like oil and water. But pure joy at watching these kids become the adults I envisioned is a balm that soothes this momma’s soul.
So the next list. It’s shorter. The listing doesn’t come all at once anymore. The numbers have begun to require more contemplation. And that’s okay. I don’t want these thoughts to become cliche. They’re not trite. I’m not nearly philosophical enough for all that. Just a mom. Dyed blonde to cover the grey. Soft where there were once defined angles. So, here we go.
- Don’t let anger rob you of wisdom.
- Think before you speak may be the best advice I can give you.
- Be you. You’re not us. At some point, you have to decide not to be a product of your upbringing or that becomes just an excuse.
- Hurtful, angry words are hard to forget. Don’t let those define you.
- When you’re older, you’ll look back and realize how young you were.
- When you have kids, every year you’ll see a little more of what your Momma sees.
- Remember the time that coworker of yours called me your Moms? Does Moms have an apostrophe? Anyway, that’s one of my favorite memories.
- I usually think of you within five minutes of waking up. Crazy, huh? It’s a mom thing.
- Sometimes I still picture you sitting in the car, your little feet hanging over the edge of the seat. You were that small once upon a time.
- Did you know meeting you was the scariest and the most thrilling day?
- I’m so proud when I watch you overcome an inner battle.
- In a very public place, someone shared a life experience with me that has had traumatic repercussions in their life. This person then asked what we’d done to cause the trauma in your life. That question felt like a punch to the gut. Glancing around, noticing the surprised faces on those closest in range of overhearing, I struggled to reply. I fought back tears. I stumbled over words, regrets, and broken memories. Sometimes, people will dare to touch your most tender fear. How you handle those moments will change with maturity. But, what’s more important than your response in the moment, is that you continue to lay down your broken things at the foot of the cross. You can’t undo the done. You can pray for healing. You can pray for compassion. You can pray for forgiveness. Don’t let mistakes or regret shape your responses or your prayers. Let faith. Let hope. Let love. Let trust. Let wisdom.
These twelve. A longish short list. We’re ever learning. I don’t believe our mistakes make us who we are. I don’t believe regret has value. I believe in telling you the truth as much as I can define what truth is in this life I’ve already lived. I love you heart and soul.