Dear Mamas. You are enough.

It's Friday night and I'm beat. Burnt toast but in a good way. Yes there is such a thing. The girls are sleeping and I'm sprawled out curled up with a small glass of wine reflecting on how to keep my brain from being mush. At the end of the day, I find myself internally going through what I like to call the mommy grading checklist. Do something awesome, you get a plus. Hooray, you are a great mama. Do something crappy and you get a negative point. Let's see. How was today? ...Got the little kiddos dressed. Plus. Made breakfast that took less than 4 min but was still healthy. Plus. Told Nev to get hot lunch. Minus. Girls didn't kill each other. Plus. Ruby wanted to play a game and I didn't have time before work. Minus. Forgot to give Jasmine her tylenol. Minus. Came home late. Minus. Snuggles. Plus. Plus. Plus. Jasmine got ahold of mommy's wine glass because she wanted to "dip" her finger in it and spilled the entire glass. Minus. Minus. Minus...her new outfit is now in the wash machine.

Why do we do this to ourselves? The grading. The checklists. The your'e not good enoughs. I really have been challenged with this lately. Challenged with seeing myself through the eyes of how Jesus sees me AND believing it. That His grace is sufficient. That I can give him what I deem to be unworthy, unlovable, or inadequate and He can transform and make anew.

"My grace is sufficient for you." 
2 Corinthians 12:9

So for the mama that kissed your child's boo boo today, You are enough. To the mama that forgot your kiddos back pack, You are enough. For the mama that bought delicious twinkles instead of baking pinterest shenanigans that never turn out, You are enough. To the mama that is exasperated for telling their toddler not to eat bark chips for the millionth time, You are enough. To the mama that lost her cool and went ape on your teenagers, You are enough. To the mama that just needs a bath without little fingers under the door, You are enough.

Dear Mamas. You are enough. You are MORE than enough.