Motherhood | How I Find Joy in the Midst of Toddlerhood
Instantly sweet memories flood back in. I hear her voice so clearly. By her, I mean my paternal grandmother's voice. It's funny how music can transcend space and time. It transported me back to a building I spent a lot of Sundays in on St. Charles Rock Road in St. Louis, Mo. I was sitting on a pew right in front of the pulpit. I can hear my mother's voice as well and faintly. I can feel the weight of the burgundy hymnal in my little hands. The cover read "Pentecostal Praises" in faded metallic gold lettering. The song is "Yield Not to Temptation". The pages have started to loosen from the spine. They were off white in color and beginning to brown like a vignette on the edges. I said that song with every ounce of my being, from piano, to pianissimo to just humming. I held my toddler close and hummed to her ever so gently.
Motherhood provides trials and not only did the comfort my child, it comforted me as well. The nostalgic memory reminded of the mothers that came before me. Although they weren't trying to write a blog with a nagging child at their feet, maybe she was trying to write a sermon or cook dinner or get ready for work. In that moment it reminded me how much we're all the same and have similar experiences. All probably needed the same comfort and guidance as well at some point. Here's a snippet of the lyrics:
"You, just ask the Savior to help you
Comfort, strengthen and keep you
Jesus is willing to aid you
He will carry you through"
Talk to you later lovelies,
~Shan, Ms. Naturally Random