1. To the young parent feeling overwhelmed: this season may feel endless, but it is breathtakingly short. To the seasoned parent looking back: the fleetingness of those years does not diminish them, it makes them luminous. It’s moments like these that make me want to hold our children tighter in the spaces between kisses.

1. To the young parent feeling overwhelmed: this season may feel endless, but it is breathtakingly short. To the seasoned parent looking back: the fleetingness of those years does not diminish them, it makes them luminous. It’s moments like these that make me want to hold our children tighter in the spaces between kisses.

2. I am not just your mother, I am your first intercessor. I raise you to stand when it’s lonely. To carry weight when the world tells you to run

2. I am not just your mother, I am your first intercessor. I raise you to stand when it’s lonely. To carry weight when the world tells you to run

3. Am I providing a childhood for my kids that will be one that compels them toward gratitude and faith, or one that sends them searching for healing in places I failed to give it?

3. Am I providing a childhood for my kids that will be one that compels them toward gratitude and faith, or one that sends them searching for healing in places I failed to give it?

4. Don’t wish away the chaos of now. Because one day, the house will be still, and the only sound will be the echo of memories long grown. And in that quiet, you’ll know the in-between moments of those kisses were the very heartbeat of it all.

4. Don’t wish away the chaos of now. Because one day, the house will be still, and the only sound will be the echo of memories long grown. And in that quiet, you’ll know the in-between moments of those kisses were the very heartbeat of it all.

5. Flamingos don’t lose their color, they pour it out. They create life, and in doing so, they sacrifice some of the brilliance that once defined them. But the fading is not forever. When the season of giving subsides, when the little one no longer needs every ounce, the color returns. Not all at once, but steadily and restored. If you feel this during your season remember you are investing in your precious little ones. And just like the flamingos, your color will come back. Brighter. Deeper. Hard-won. Because love…real, sacrificial love is never wasted.

5. Flamingos don’t lose their color, they pour it out. They create life, and in doing so, they sacrifice some of the brilliance that once defined them. But the fading is not forever. When the season of giving subsides, when the little one no longer needs every ounce, the color returns. Not all at once, but steadily and restored. If you feel this during your season remember you are investing in your precious little ones. And just like the flamingos, your color will come back. Brighter. Deeper. Hard-won. Because love…real, sacrificial love is never wasted.

6. Fleeting, but holy. Everyday with them I get to relive the firsts I didn’t even know I’d lost from my own childhood. It’s the purest kind of full circle. They are my reason to breathe slower, pray deeper, and love more intentionally

6. Fleeting, but holy. Everyday with them I get to relive the firsts I didn’t even know I’d lost from my own childhood. It’s the purest kind of full circle. They are my reason to breathe slower, pray deeper, and love more intentionally

7. It’s powerful to witness how God uses your babies to shape you into the woman He always intended you to be…softened, strengthened, and surrendered.

7. It’s powerful to witness how God uses your babies to shape you into the woman He always intended you to be…softened, strengthened, and surrendered.

8. You don’t really get it until you become a mom yourself. The way your own mother’s love for your child is something almost sacred something deeper, something different than you ever expected. It’s deeper than words, more profound than you ever imagined. You thought you knew how much she loved you… but then you watch her with your daughter, and suddenly, it’s like seeing love in its purest form

8. You don’t really get it until you become a mom yourself. The way your own mother’s love for your child is something almost sacred something deeper, something different than you ever expected. It’s deeper than words, more profound than you ever imagined. You thought you knew how much she loved you… but then you watch her with your daughter, and suddenly, it’s like seeing love in its purest form

9. Slow down. Do life with your kids and include your loved ones along the way. Because one day, all we’ll have are these moments, these pictures, these videos, the proof that we lived, that we loved, that we soaked it all in.

9. Slow down. Do life with your kids and include your loved ones along the way. Because one day, all we’ll have are these moments, these pictures, these videos, the proof that we lived, that we loved, that we soaked it all in.

10. Train up a child in the way they should go, and when they are old they will not depart from it.

10. Train up a child in the way they should go, and when they are old they will not depart from it.

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