Mommy’s Little Hero

I’m huffing and puffing, walking up the stairs, trying to carry this squirmy little dude on my hip while balancing a basket of laundry on the other. Asher is laughing and giggling while trying to see how hard he can kick his legs around before mommy drops the basket. Socks are toppling over the edge of heaping clothes, oozing out the sides of my basket. Oozing because Mike’s socks stink people. If you want to see a fun balancing act, watch a mom carrying her kid and a huge basket through a baby gate at the top of the stars, all the while a 70 lb freight train we call our dog, charging up the stairs. I sort of feel like this is my life lately. I am constantly going up and down. Overloading myself. Trying to get everything done.

I’ve come to realize that if I don’t watch myself, I can pretty much feel like this Every. Stinking. Day. The frazzled feelings. The not enough shaming. The mom judging. The days that get foggy.

Asher is all sorts of pre-toddler these days and I can see the challenges arising.

I worry that I won’t be enough.

Days can be hard as a mom. 


As I’m sitting there trying to fold our laundry, Asher cruises on over to see what this is all about. Laundry has become his favorite new entertainment. Take the clothes out. Put them back in. Laugh about it. Take the clothes out. Shake them all about. Giggle. Hand mommy her clothes. Yank them back out of mommy’s hand. Laugh about it.

No joke. I had been sitting there working myself into what could have been a good o’l pity party, that would have ended with some comfort eating I’m sure, because that’s what I do sometimes, BUT as many times before, this little guy brings me back.

He brings me back to focus.

What can seem so mundane becomes an adventure.


We laugh together.

I remember how lucky I am.

I’m sure the worry will come back. The nag never seems to go away.

But it’s moments like these I need to keep her at bay.

I hear parents say a lot about how they can’t believe they are parents. The unbelief in the privilege they have of raising a family. I can’t say that comment always resonates with me until I start to worry about not being enough for my family. Then it all starts to make sense.

I choose happiness. I choose gratitude. I trust I am enough. I trust that God will continue to guide my heart as I hold my son’s hand. Really, he is leading me. Leading me deeper into my relationship with God. Growing my heart in ways I never knew.

I trust that he will know someday when he looks back that his mama loved him and in the midst of doing laundry, my heart was overflowing with gratitude for the joy he has brought to my life.



9 replies
  1. D -
    D - says:

    Such a beautiful post. It also hit me that both of my boys are leading me closer to my relationship with God. They’re leading me to feel even more grateful about moments in my life and what God has blessed me with. Thank you for writing this, it was something I needed to read and to remember to hold on to those small moments and look at things with gratitude.

    • Gloryanna
      Gloryanna says:

      Thank you! It’s amazing how easily we can let the small moments slip on by without notice. I’m glad this met you were you’re at!

  2. Christina Graham
    Christina Graham says:

    Beautiful post! I feel like this sometimes. Especially when Silas thinks that 5:30am is a good time to get up. I get up so mad and grumpy, stomp into his room, and always stop in my tracks at that smile. How excited he is to see me makes me smile, and I forget to be mad/overwhelmed/tearing my hair out. It’s a wonderful thing!

  3. Aimee
    Aimee says:

    Goodness I have been in the thick of the foggy days, lately. I needed to hear this tonight. (I think I say that on most all of your posts, but you just keep reminding me of what I need to remember!) My arms feel overloaded. And I don’t feel that I am enough. I need to see those moments where I focus fully on how immensely grateful I am. I need to open my eyes and really see them. Thank you, friend.

    • Gloryanna
      Gloryanna says:

      I know what you mean, Aimee. I can sooo easily overwhelm myself more than Asher can overwhelm me sometimes! And the self-mom shaming has got to go. Goodbye guilt over things that don’t really happen. Goodbye feelings of being unworthy!

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