Happy Mother’s Day

Friday morning I went to the temple with a little more on my heart than usual.

Normally I walk in pretty footloose and fancy free. But this time motherhood was sitting heavy with me. The wondering. The weight of it. The constant questions, am I doing enough? Saying the right things? Guiding well? Messing them up? Helping them become who they’re meant to become?

As I sat there staring at a picture of Jesus on the wall, this overwhelming feeling washed over me:

It is all going to be OK.

Not because I suddenly knew exactly how to mother each child. No big inspiration about how to guide or discipline or protect or fix things perfectly.

Just this quiet reminder:

My job is simply to walk alongside them.

To love them deeply.

And to help bring them closer to Christ.

That’s it.

And somehow it felt both easier and holier than I make it in my head.

On the drive home I left each of my kids a probably-too-long rambling voice memo telling them how much I love them. About sacred spaces. About Jesus Christ. About how honored I am to be their mom.

Motherhood can feel so complicated sometimes. But maybe the center of it is actually very simple.

Happy Mother’s Day to all of us doing this without a handbook trying our best, loving hard, and trusting a Father above who cares a whole lot about these kids we’ve been entrusted with!

XOXO