Not a day goes by without my being reminded that I have a little mirror.
Five little mirrors, in fact, who faithfully reflect the state of my heart.
As a mother, I play a huge role in setting the atmosphere of my home. If I am honest with myself, most of my “bad days” can be traced to bad attitudes. MY bad attitudes.
I may prefer to lay the blame somewhere else, but the truth remains: an ugly reflection stares back at an ugly image. Mirrors don’t lie.
If you are a homeschooling mama, chances are you are highly aware of the struggle of daily “seeing” yourself in your children. There is no break, no escape. We are with our children from sun up until sun down. Faults, weaknesses, selfishness, all come to light beneath the unrelenting scrutiny of motherhood.
If you ever find the days wearing you down and the pillow catching your tears at night, this post is for you. I am there too. I greet the day pleading God for His grace to nurture, love, and train my children, and close my eyes at night wondering why in the world He saw fit to place these little precious souls into my unqualified hands.
On my very best days, I am still not cut out for the job!
Several years ago, I wrote the following “poem” and decided to include it in my new ebook, Homeschooling Day by Day. My editor liked it enough to create a printable version for my ebook shop. Of course, you can simply print “My Mirror” right here from this post if you want to. Otherwise, you can purchase the printable from my ebook shop.
I hope you will always remember… YOU HAVE A LITTLE MIRROR!
I have a little mirror.
My mirror does not lie. Does not pretend. Does not soften reality.
My mirror is seven years old.
My daughter. My protegé.
I can hide in church.
I can hide with my friends.
I can hide in this blog.
But my mirror faithfully reflects the state of my heart.
My dear friends and family know my faults.
They overlook. They forgive.
My mirror forgives, but she does not cease to reflect.
Sometimes I am angry at my mirror. I dislike the ugly image she reveals.
I blame the mirror when I should blame myself.
I know that someday my little mirror will grow up, and she might have little mirrors of her own.
Then she will understand my frustration, my struggles, my inconsistencies.
Today, she does not understand.
She simply reflects.
I resist the urge to shut my eyes against the reflection, pretending it is just a mar on my mirror.
I ask my Lord for strength to change, to grow, to yield, to overcome.
His abundant grace is there, for the taking.
Kristy Howard is a pastor’s wife, second-generation homeschooling mom of five, and a passionate believer in friendship, coffee, and quiet time! Kristy writes about motherhood, ministry and life at KristysCottage.com.