Motherhood is so full of beauty. I mean the concept in itself of having another human being form and grow inside of you, relying on you for their very life. It’s AMAZING. Feeling baby kicks inside of your belly and realizing for the very first time that there REALLY is a baby in there. It’s BEAUTIFUL. Knowing that this little person was a part of you for so long. That God has given you the ability through pain and endurance to bring another human into this world. It’s MIRACULOUS.
The reality is, it changes you. It changes your heart. It changes your priorities. It even changes your dreams. BUT along with that, it also changes your body…
Can I be honest? There are days that I glance in the mirror as I’m pulling on my t-shirt, and I wish. I wish for my pre-baby body. I wish for the one I had at 18, or even 20. I just wish.
Can I be real? On those days when my 3 year old says, “mommy, your tummy’s funny. Your belly button is flat as a pancake”, with a number of other “saggy” comments, on the outside I laugh, but sometimes on the inside I just want to cry.
Can I say what I’m thinking? When I see the posts about being a “momma tiger who’s earned her stripes (aka stretch marks)”, aloud I might say “yes! Girl power!” but on the inside I’m thinking “really? Cause that’s not what I see when I look in the mirror.”
There are days that in my humanness, in my world that can be so obsessed with appearance and body image, I look at myself and I don’t see beauty in the stretch marks, and the sagging parts, and the tired eyes that I have gained through this journey of motherhood.
On those days, I am so glad the beauty in me is not determined by the standards of this world we live in. I am so glad that I am not defined by what other’s see. My beauty is not measured by merely what is on the outside.
My heavenly Father looks down at me and sees beauty. And, he looks at you and sees the same. He sees his beautiful creation, His workmanship.
You are not defined by your outward beauty, your are defined by your inward beauty, your heart.
I am so thankful that I don’t have to rely on what the world says because I know my worth, my value, my beauty comes from a different source.
AND, on those days when I look in the mirror, and I wish, I am reminded of the beauty He sees, the beauty inside of me, and the beauty that he allowed me to be a part of through motherhood.
Psalm 139:14 “I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; Your works are wonderful, I know that full well.”
1 Samuel 16: 7 “…The Lord does not look at the things man looks at. Man looks at the outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart.”