I am not a mother, but odds are I will be someday.
Someday my fridge will be covered with crayon masterpieces, my walls with jelly stains, and my floors with cheerios. Someday hubby and I will be entrusted with one or more miniature humans and I know deep in my gut that our lives will never be the same.
Honestly, it’s terrifying.
Even though I love children.
Even though I get wistful over the soft curls of my friend’s kids.
Even though I pray for the ones who will someday look like me and my husband.
Change has just never been my favorite, and the knowledge that two little pink lines will one day change absolutely everything–well, it scares the bejeezus out of me.
When that day comes, I will be so thankful for moms like Lisa-Jo and brave, hope-filled words like hers that come straight from the trenches. Which is why…I’m unashamedly doing my very first book review/promo for her!
Surprised by Motherhood reads like a heartfelt conversation on the couch with the author, a girl from South Africa who married a “cowboy-green eyed” man from the Northwest on the firm understanding that she would never bear his children. Ten years and three kids later, she bravely bares her heart and invites you into the messy, hilarious journey all laced with truth and wild hope.
She writes for you mommies. You, the ones who feel caught on the exhausting treadmill of life wondering, “will things ever slow down?” She believes you deserve a super-hero cape and a cheering squad and she’s volunteering to wave pom-poms for you.
“I would throw away most of the parenting books that made me feel like I was somehow failing this most important test of womanhood—being a mother. I’d throw out the advice about what I was doing wrong or should be doing differently or should aspire to be doing. I’d just revel in the daily, sleep-deprived merry-go-round and eat a lot more chocolate cake.(p. x)”
She puts it this way:
This isn’t a “how-to” book, it’s simply my “you can” story.
She writes for you daughters too, especially for those who feel the absence of their mothers. When she was entering high school, her own mom was entering a hospital. Now, more than eighteen years after her mother’s death, Lisa-Jo understands the pain of working through the unsaid, the unexplained. Whether the absence is literal or emotional, the wounds are real and she offers her own journey in all its confusion and healing.
She also writes for the not-yet mommies and someday mommies, the ones of us who need someone to say, “I was scared too. Yes, it’s hard–but it’s glorious and beautiful and worth it.”
“Parenting is not for the faint of heart. And it’s especially not for those type A personalities accustomed to having all their ducks in a row, all their check boxes checked, and their sofa cushions, cereal boxes, and entire lives neatly arranged.” (p. 4)
It doesn’t hurt that she is type-A like me. Just an added layer of commonality to make me believe dying to self in the area of perfection might actually be possible.