There comes a time in a mom's life when she realizes she isn't just a woman on a mission, isn't just a Donna Quixote, isn't just flat crazy. That moment of realization is a moment that I experienced in slow-motion, as if watching from a distance, and dare I say, as if I had experienced an out-of-body-not-my-mind moment... So many thoughts, so many emotions... I actually am a real person-not-just-a-crazed-mom; I am truly in this life-long commitment of parenthood for just this very fleeting moment of joy. I can see beyond the chore-dodging, schedule-stalling, fib-fashioning, homework-fussing... and see the flicker of the woman my daughter is to be in God's plan.
We were at yoga. All three of us. Dad up in front, my girl at my side. I was ready for the drama that usually ensues when she is faced with activity she doesn't want to partake in: The eyeball rolling. The full body drop because she is SOOOOO TIRED. The look of pure irritation. And yet, none of that happened.
Instead... nothing prepared me for that one moment when I looked over and her feet were firmly planted on the yoga mat, arms open wide. Her upper body was turned with confident posture. Her head poised "just so" and her features were calm but determined. Doesn't that all sound just like what her future in God's plan will be if she learns to be silent, obedient and stops to listen to Him?
Feet firmly planted, open, confident posture, calm but determined...
God wins.
