Finding Forward is a little snip-it from a sermon I recently listened to. Long-story short, it was a one-liner that I really like and stuck with me. Who am I? Where am I going? What is God calling me towards? How do I want to be remembered? Those questions are so heavy and day-to-day feel impossible to answer.
Since adopting my 3 kids and having a really insane identity crisis I have been trying to find my forward. I’m still searching. I re-pierced my nose and bought some Adidas sneakers. I lost a bunch of weight….I re-gained a bunch of weight. Ok, not a bunch but some. It’s still up for debate as to how much weight has or hasn’t been re-gained. I started intentionally dating friends, got 2 3 guinea pigs, bought 1 really expensive champagne glass, started taking voice lessons, and I’m clipping my toe nails more frequently than ever before.
Part of my crisis after becoming an instant mother of 3 was feeling like who I was as an individual had been completely lost. I wasn’t cool anymore, I was just a mom and being a mom isn’t sexy. Us moms drive minivans filled with literal garbage. It’s sad …… and quite frankly, disgusting. The other part of my crisis was the guilt I had over motherhood not being enough for me. It’s just not, and I thought I was the only one. I thought it was because I had adopted instead of having shot babies out from between my thighs that I was missing that beautiful euphoria a mother shares with her children. But that theory is crap. Motherhood is lonely, for everyone.
I see a lot of you out there and just like me you’re trying to find your sexy. It’s why we are all taking weird selfies of ourselves. Why we’ve succumbed to wearing skinny jeans that uncomfortably hug all of our imperfections. We are essentially in adult-onset puberty. Doing really weird things that we will look back on in 20 years and feel creeped out by.
Welcome to being a woman. Who also happens to be a mom. In a man’s world. Where you drive around in garbage.

