To the momma in the waiting room,
I want you to know
that I noticed you. Not because your child was screaming. Not because
you happened to be in the waiting room of a psychologist's office. I
noticed you long before your child began to act out.
I
heard you from my office, reading to him with inflection and excitement
in your voice. I heard you encouraging him as he made his way to the
bathroom. I heard you speaking with the doctor, tenderly, about your
older child. I heard you long before I heard your son.
And
when I did hear him, I heard you speaking tenderly to him. I heard you
assuring him you would be back and he could play some more another day. I
heard you encourage your other children to stay calm and quiet as you
were walking out, trying to restrain your youngest.
And
as I watched from my office window, you, barely being able to hang on
to your flailing child and making it to your van as quickly as possible-
my heart broke for you. Because I realized that you are probably barely
hanging on to life yourself, and moments such as these probably make
you doubt every thing you ever thought about yourself as a mom. So here
is what I want you to hear today:
1. Not only did I hear you, God hears you.
Yes, it's true.
2. You are a good mom.
3. You can do hard things.
Be strong, momma. You are seen. You are loved. You can do hard things.
