Brad and I just picked up our copy of the movie ‘Courageous’ this week. We pre-bought the movie after Thanksgiving and since I never got the chance to see it in theaters, I was really excited when it finally came out on DVD.
I made some yummy cinnamon-sugar popcorn and got comfy after putting Joanna down for the night. Brad had warned me several times with this movie that I would cry, and he is normally right. I even cry in movies you would not expect. (Not full-out crying, just ‘damp eyes’) I did cry, and for you all who have watched the movie, you probably are not surprised as you probably had some kleenex’s handy.
The movie really is wonderful, and I highly recommend the movie, but it hit me a little differently than the main message of the movie.
I was sad when the father lost his little nine-year-old daughter, and I could never imagine how life would be like if I lost Joanna, but it was another line that hit me. We only get to have our children for eighteen short years, and then they are gone.
Joanna is quickly approaching two and these two years when by so fast. I do not even want to think about how fast the other sixteen will go! But as a mom, and also somewhat of a perfectionist, I am always working on things, and out of the corner of my eye, Joanna is growing up.
Sure, I am a stay at home mom, but I often act like my job is stay at home housekeeper. Housekeeping is needed, and with a toddler, a never ending task. But this movie brought me back to my real job: Joanna.
I have lots of friends on facebook, friends at church, our MOPS group, and then acquaintances on different blogs and pintrest who seem to be doing it all. They are involved with different groups, getting up early to run every day, creating cute crafts all the time, they have the perfect house, with the perfect decorations and everything is so orderly. And not just clean and orderly, but clean, orderly and oh, so cute too.
When I see everything that other moms are doing, it just makes me feel like I am not doing enough. My closets should look better, I should be cleaning more, cooking more, crafting more, and volunteering more. Think keeping up with a toddler is hard, try keeping up with dozens of amazing moms!
But the movie showed me that it is Joanna that counts. She is not going to care is sixteen years about all the crafts, organized play dates, planned out holiday décor, cute meals and amazing closets. She is what will matter and what I (and Brad) have taught her along the way.
During the movie, I remembered several times in the last few weeks when I snapped at Joanna. I was not upset with her about big things very often (she is not perfect, but fairly obedient) but the little things. Playing in her milk, dumping her books out, taking off her socks and for getting into my things. Looking back, she was just playing, and more often than not, she wanted me to play, she wanted and needed my attention. I remember one day she stood in the kitchen and just cried. I was busy that day, cleaning and cooking, doing things I ‘had’ to do, and I just told her to stop. All she wanted was time with her mommy.
The dishes can wait, I can clean the house after she goes to bed, but I will not have Joanna for very long. I thank God for every day that He has given me with her, but I have not always treasured those days.
The father in the movie only had his daughter for nine years. I have no idea how long I will be blessed to have Joanna, but in that time, I want to treasure her. I want to read a few extra books, play with the messy play dough, and get extra hugs and kisses when I can because they are precious. The dishes can stand still, time will not.
I have lots to learn about being a mother, teaching Joanna and leading her, but I cannot do that if all I am doing is comparing myself to other moms. I cannot keep up with everyone, nor was I designed to. I was created to do the tasks God gave me and use the gifts He gave me. Each mom is different, and each mom does different things. I am different and I need to stop trying to be the same.
I pray God will give me wisdom to see what the important things are and what I need to focus on. I pray that every day I hold Joanna’s hand and we walk together down this path. Not me pushing her forward, or sitting her down beside me, but walking hand in hand, enjoying every big, and little, step along the way.