Posted in Confessions of an Imperfect Momma

I went grocery shopping yesterday. My mom offered to watch my children, so I just had the baby with me. She slept through most of the trip, waking just before I got in line to check out. While waiting in line, she started to get a little fussy so I began to play peek-a-boo with her trying to keep her content in her carseat for just a few more minutes.

I happened to notice the young lady in line next to me kept glancing over at us. She didn't look trashy at all, but "trendy" -- what my hubby and I refer to as "high-maintenance." She had perfect make-up, perfect hair, perfect body, tailored leather coat, a skirt just-a-bit too short, and stiletto boots up to her knees. I went through the check out and didn't think much more of the young gal next door.

When I got to my van, I realized she had left the store just in front on me. She went to her shiny sports car across the aisle and loaded her 1 bag of groceries into her immaculately clean trunk. I put the baby in the van, popped open the hatch, and began to load my 20 bags of groceries into the back end. I was piling them on top of a muddy stroller, a pair of patent-leather shoes -- size 6, and a bookbag full of coloring books and crayons. My groceries were a bit wobbly in their precarious perches. My van was a bit grungy from the muddy stroller. I was a bit frumpy in my sweats. I watched as the booted lady drove away in her perfect, shiny car and I prayed that she, too, will have children someday. Lots of them! Because I honestly felt no envy toward her but wished she could have what I have!

It's so backwards in our society. She was the epitome of female success; yet, I wouldn't trade my muddy van for any fancy car on this planet. I am so blessed to be where I am. At the end of my life, I will never regret having a body that's a little stretched out from carrying babies. I believe I will be completely fulfilled from spending my days pouring myself into my precious little ones. There is no higher calling than raising up a generation for the Lord. I am humbled and ever-grateful to be a Momma! Thank you Jesus.

~Layla