I never struggled with self-confidence until I became a mom.
One would think that having three kids and two deployments in three years either…
(a) kill me
(b) make me supermom.
Lately I’ve been asking myself the question, why don’t I feel like supermom?
What I’m Learning
“I’ve found the recipe for being happy whether full or hungry, hands full or hands empty. Whatever I have, wherever I am, I can make it through anything in the One who makes me who I am.” Philippians 4:12 MSG
The One who makes me who I am.
These words seem to lift off the page as I read.
I’ve always known that I am a child of God. I’ve learned my identity is found in Him and not in what others say I am. But somehow today, the words who I am reach straight to my heart.
Not what I am or who’s I am. But who I am.
In the chaotic mess of motherhood, paired with the transitions and stresses of military life, I lost track of my true identity.
I wanted my husband to fill my confidence tank. I so desperately needed him to tell me I was a good mom and a good wife.
I didn’t just want him to tell me the words, I wanted to feel it.
Questions pounded at my heart:
- Why wasn’t he telling me that enough?
- Why wasn’t I receiving the affirmations my heart craved?
- Am I really doing a bad job? Is he just blind? Does he not care?
And then it hit me.