A Change of Heart

Over past months, I have pondered something I wrote more than a year ago. The subject is one that lays heavy on my heart and affects my every day and night. The topic is motherhood, and more specifically aligning the way I mother more with the way I want to mother.

I’ve been tired. And I’ve been frustrated. And when my twins were born to an already child-filled home, I found myself with more than I could handle (my husband and I had already been blessed with three children ages five years and under when two more were born). I lost myself in the name of basic survival. I would consider a day’s successes in the fact that the children were all fed and in bed (never knowing what nighttime would bring). I lived in fear of illness, knowing whatever would come would make its way through the ranks–often at varying intensities–and could easily recycle itself through the family before everyone was well again. I tried to cuddle as much as I could with these precious little people, but some moments I craved space. I needed distance. I needed a moment to regroup and pull myself back together. I was grateful for the blessing of health (physically and emotionally–as much as was possible given the circumstances), but I found myself living in a new paradigm.

Gone were the days of meals we prepared together, with children around the kitchen island stirring this batter or tossing that salad. Over were nights filled with cuddles and cozy blankets and whatever our favorite bedtime stories were that week. I had no time to even notice–much less mourn–for those days, since I was overwhelmed with caring for two high-need infants–nursing, changing, consoling. I stopped singing. I barely read. I couldn’t keep a journal to save my life. I don’t even think I could cry.

I hated the fact that my children, who had always brought such joy into my life, were now more of an item on a to-do list, an obligation, a responsibility. I lost myself, and I lost time building essential connections with my little people. I lost myself, too.

Recovery has taken years (especially considering that life’s journey isn’t stagnant–that we’ve continued to deal with personal and family illness, relocation, and other varied experiences that just come with life). Each step has brought blessings, but I wanted more. I wasn’t content to let time pass without gaining ground into becoming the mother I (still) want to be.

I’ve had great examples of mothers over the years–both women who have mothered me and women who have mothered my children. I’ve known women who have connected better with my little ones at times than I could. I’ve been blessed by women who have found joy in my children when I had none. I know they were sent to help me see I needed to get out of the state I was in–a state of mourning for the past, a state of dwelling on what time was lost, a state of sadness with what was my new life–a life I had agreed to live without knowing what the experience would entail.

And I needed a change. I needed a new heart–a healed heart–and a fresh start.

I have spent time in prayer over the last several months. My request has gone something like this:

“Heavenly Father, please bless me to understand and know the needs of my children. Please strengthen me with desires to meet their needs and bless their lives.”

I have tried to be more engaged. I have tried to work more with them. I have tried to listen to their stories and concerns. But I have still been tired. And frustrated. And disconnected.

Over a recent weekend, something changed, though. I felt like my prayers were finally answered. I woke up on a Sunday morning with a new strength and desire to bond with and teach my children. I still can’t explain what happened, but I know that something changed…and I think that something was my heart.

My heart has been filled with love for my little people–and not just my own little people, but others’ little people as well. My joy is full in my children. I have had energy and desires to read to them at night, to teach them to prepare today for tomorrow, to know what they are thinking and saying and feeling.

I feel like myself again. And I feel like a mother again…only with a little more wisdom.

I still have moments of frustration. My children still make poor choices and get upset. They still push their limits (especially if I am distracted). But they are my children, and I am their mother.

And I am happy being their mother.

Finally. ❤

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(I chose this heart image because my heart is filled with love for so many. The love pulls my heart this way and that, but the pulling gives me direction and energy I missed before I allowed my heart to change. Much love! xoxo)

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8 thoughts on “A Change of Heart”

  1. Thank you for this post. Something you said struck a chord with me:

    “I’ve known women who have connected better with my little ones at times than I could. I’ve been blessed by women who have found joy in my children when I had none.”

    I have been there!!! And sometimes I am still there. I have struggled with my youngest so much but he had a primary teacher who felt nothing but love for him. At first and for a while, I was jealous that she could love him so deeply when I found him a real trial in my life. But now, after time, when I say “I love you” to him, I really mean it. And that is a wonderful change of heart for me.

    1. Thanks, Jill. I have had those moments…and I appreciated the examples of these dear women to me during difficult periods of my life.

      One of my friends shared a spiritual thought once from General Conference recounting that one of the speakers counseled parents and caregivers to say, “I love everything about you” to little people in our lives. Practicing that (and it took a great deal of practice) was one of the many turning points on this journey. Much love!!! ❤

  2. What an honest and refreshing post, Karin. I love when people share their struggles rather than pretend they live a life free and easy. I’m glad you’ve been able to become the woman and mother you want to be. It sounds like you are on a great path and I’m so happy for you. Your “little people” are awfully lucky to have you as their mom. 🙂

  3. Karin,I had 6 small children at one time and I also went through all the feelings you described,but when they are all grown you will look back on those moments and the memories will be sweet and joyful. There is nothing greater than having all your grown children sitting around together talking about their childhood.

    1. Thank you so much for your perspective and encouragement, Betty. I look forward to that time. 🙂 Till then, I’m trying to enjoy the moments I have while they are still young. ❤ So nice to hear from you! Sending hugs to you!

  4. I wanted to tell you how much I’m enjoying reading your posts. You have put so many heartfelt experiences in your writings that i too have felt but never verbalized. My heart has been touched. You are inspiring and helpful…….so thank you for sharing.

    1. Thank you so much for your heartfelt comment, Krystal. To think that I have touched your heart brings me much joy. Sending love and hugs your way!!!

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