The librarian reads the stories, and the doctor calls the shots.
The daycare minds the child, while the teacher moulds the mind.
Mothers have become redundant.
Experts have taken the field and are willing to provide every service imaginable so that mothers can be freed up to do something useful with their lives.
Mother, you are free… to lock into the grid of your own choosing and live beyond the common things that hold you back and keep you down. You don’t have to teach your child to walk, or ride a bike, or learn the heart of God; experts are waiting to fill the gaps!
You can be a teacher and read to someone else’s child, you can nurse another’s baby back to health, you can lead the charge and change the future while your little one walks in line, holding a rope between two qualified early years providers, as they chat and walk down the city street oblivious to their young charges, disregarding the mindfulness that grows a soul.
You can be free.
You can leave the house and do mighty things, like paper-work and bank-padding, and people pleasing and shark diving.
It’s better that your little ones stay safely locked away behind school-bricks where experts teach uniformity and group-think. It’s better that they spend most of their time with others of exactly the same age. It’s better that they not know freedom at an early age, or else what would they do later but want to change the world? And that can get messy, of course.
Oh, Mother, don’t spend your time kissing bruises, or singing lullabies, preparing food, or cleaning clothes. Don’t tend a garden or dance with your babies, don’t hold them on your lap or read them books.
These common things can all be outsourced.
You were meant to change the world!
Never mind that your very body was made to be a sanctuary within which life itself would be sparked, knitted and birthed! Never mind that your breasts produce nutrient gold, so that your infant needs nothing else for a time! Never mind that your heart is forever entwined with the soul of another human being. Never mind that you are fully equipped, fully resourced, and fully qualified to grow your own child!
The world wants you to know that you are not an expert. You are just a lady in her jogging pants trying to figure out what to make for dinner.
You don’t even wear power-heels.
Ah, but you are made of grit and determination, passion and vision.
And that’s exactly why God chose you and your husband to be the primary experts in your child’s life.
You are the only ones qualified to handle a work this weighty, this magnificent.
It’s the common stuff, the daily pulse of little moments, that is charged with the fuel of Heaven! Don’t give the quotidian moments away! Every moment you commit to being present, raising and blessing your child, you blow sparks forward into Eternity. You are setting flames alight every day – your work matters that much!
Oh, dear Mother, you are the woman for the job.
You were made for this.
Don’t turn all this glory over to another. This refiner’s fire is the very means by which you will change the world, one tiny breath, one simple lullaby at a time.