When I started blogging I spent all this time figuring out what to call it. I settled on “andamom” because – at the time – I didn’t want to be JUST a mom. I wanted to be a lot of other things AND a mom. Over time that belief changed. I grew up, my child grew up an I began to understand just how important this mom thing is. (We’re talking shaping a human being. An entire human.) I realized that there is no (NO) situation where the word JUST and MOM should be in the same sentence. (Unless it’s “Just let mom take a nap.” That works.)
I’m not a lot of things and a mom. I’m a mom. Am I other things, too? Absolutely. Does being Brynna’s mom define me? Not completely. It’s not her job to define me. I am who God made me to be to do the things He created me to do. But one of those things is to be her mom. Not just to birth her or put up with her. To be a real mom – one who admits that some days I do feel like there isn’t much to call my own, and one who does it anyway. I soon learned that there are a lot of girls who feel just like me. They feel less than perfect. Every. Single. Day. Of the week.
So when God said I was supposed to speak, mentor and teach women about being moms I thought… (Well, at first I assumed He was crazy. I didn’t tell Him because He’s God but I thought it.) I thought “I’m the least qualified person EVER to do such a thing.” My child isn’t that old. My experience isn’t that great. My knowledge isn’t… My age isn’t… (I’ll spare you the details. It was a long list.) What God assured me is that none of those were a surprise to Him. And what I lack, He is.
I’m less than perfect SO THAT He can be more than enough.
Living that way is waaaay easier said than done. It doesn’t just take a mom to admit that. It takes a REAL MOM. It takes guts to admit you don’t have all the answers and even more guts to trust God (not yourself, your friends or the latest NY Times bestseller) to make up the difference.
That’s why the name changed. That’s why realmom.org is my new home. Because while yes, I’m a mom in addition to everything else…it matters what kind of mom I am.
So I hope you’ll walk with me and be real with me. I hope you’ll teach me what being real looks like at your house and forgive me when I tell you what it looks like at mine. I’m so glad you’re here.