Y’all, I received what I think is my greatest compliment ever today. It left me not only in tears, but dare I say speechless. That is no small feat either.
Do you know where that compliment came from? From the mouth of my seven year old. Well, technically her pencil. That, my friends, is impressive. This child is in the no-filter-bare-it-all stage. I hear about it ALL. When I say all, I mean ALL.
I should also mention this compliment came right after she said the best thing I cook for her are “chicken livers”. Have mercy, are the teachers reading these?? Y’all two times. I’ve made them two times. We recently had a daughter diagnosed with iron deficiency and in an attempt to raise her iron, chicken livers were cooked.
If you have ever spent any real time with me, I’m sure you’ve heard me say “motherhood is the path to humility”. That same 7 year old recently came home so excited that I had gone to get “silver fairy hair”… No, sweet girl. GREY. The hair is turning grey. This is the same sister that was so excited there was ANOTHER baby in my belly 5 months postpartum, except their wasn’t. You get the point.
My mom is good at making bad things good. Wow. My mom makes bad things good.
The irony is that I have spent more nights lately than I would like to admit feeling like I’ve blown it. Feeling like things have been hard, and I’ve not made it any better. Feeling like my fuse has been shorter than I’d like and often times my tone not as kind as I desire.
And yet, from her perspective I make bad things good.
Mama, in their eyes, you make bad things good. That is what they remember. You make hard days bearable and long nights comforting. You feed hungry bellies and kiss boo boos. You reassure them when their peers hurt them and hold them when they are sad. You tell them you’re proud of them when they don’t perform how they’d hoped. You help them make amends when they’ve erred. You countdown with them their loved one coming home. You love them through it all.
They don’t see what you see. In their eyes, they see your love.
Mama, you make bad things good.
Shine your light.
Xoxo,
Sara
Four Girls Later 
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