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To Our Men: Understanding the Measure of a Mom


Moms are unique beings.  We think we should be able to do it all...all the time.

We might even convince ourselves for a time through fragmentation and sacrifice. 

 Some moms might be offended by this blog.  Some men may call me sexist.  Some think I'm feminist and some may think I'm old fashioned.  

However, you will never find a box for me.  I'm a mom and a wife.

If you are a man, then this blog is for you.  If you love a mom, please read and hear my heart.  Maybe this Mom can spread a little light on the one who loves you.

Moms can only be broken by the love and desire they have for our husbands and children.  

Our strength is because of and for them.

Moms cannot live independent of their calling as Mom and/or Wife from the other areas of her life.  

You see, a mother carries the burden she has for her family throughout her day.   

A mother is an aggregate of who she loves.

A pained look in her child or a discouraged husband is always first and foremost on her mind throughout the day.  

She struggles through her other responsibilities to get back home or to make that phone call or to say that prayer.

Many moms I know are strong and capable professionals and leaders in their field.  Efficient within their role.  These women may be known as intelligent, strong and fearless.  

Granting all of this, she is still entirely focused on her husband and her children.

In conjunction, she wants to be the best at work or at school.  She wants to make her husband and children proud of her.  She wants to build a legacy and a home.   

A mom wants to build a nest with whatever tools she finds at hand.

She is fierce and fearless when it comes to her children.  She will walk any road and do anything to see them independent and happy.

Moms tend to push past their capabilities.  If only, I had this degree or this job, my family would be more secure.  
So she adds more to her already full plate.

Sometimes, she will push past the boundaries God has for her.  

She pushes past the confines and the gifts and the calling God placed on her.  Consequently, she falls apart.

A sense of shame and failure permeates her soul.  She fails at being the perfect wife, mom, christian, worker and/or student.  

She cannot serve her God, husband, children and the other expectations placed upon her in the 

Her world begins spinning out of control when she feels she has to make competing choices, knowing she will disappoint and fail in one or all of her roles. 

 She will not fulfill the measure of a mom.

When a mom fails in this key role of motherhood and her role as a help-meet, she is undone.  

The very fabric of her soul is ripped to pieces.

God made a mother uniquely.  If she can succeed as a wife and a mom, she will succeed in anything.

The measure of a mom is a precious gem.  A treasure to hold gently.

Men, if she is asking for your leadership, or for you to speak in to her life, she is honoring you.

She trust your voice and she seeks your leadership.  A mom is not looking for a way out.  She is not wanting to be difficult or a cop out.

  She wants your connection and your assurance and your validation of her...in her role as mom.

The truth is, when we honor and recognize the measure of a mom...this is a woman who can do anything!















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  1. Awesome message....filled my eyes with joy & tears! I miss you��

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  2. Miss you too Kerri! Love you and have a blessed New Year!

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