That song. It is everywhere. The wildly popular hit-tune that brings mothers to ear-plugs and controversies over the lyrics. Little children singing out their hearts and memorizing the words, “Let it Go,” over and over is the anthem of the children today. Most of the little children are drawn to the catchy tune, and its repetitive lyrics.
We have seven daughters. The gender to which is most drawn to singing this song, and to which, I have now banned from singing, just because – we need a new tune in the home. They are beautiful singers, and the discussion over the movie, the lyrics, or the song is not the issue. We just needed a change.
But, the funny thing is. THOSE very words are different for me as a mom right now. I have been moved more times in a day lately to just Let it Go.
The very moments when I would normally feel all intensity of the motherhood myriad of emotions, I am now letting go.
Because someone recently taught me this.
All of motherhood is a release. Let. It. Go.
We give birth. Release. We stop nursing. Release. They learn to walk, sleep in their own room, perhaps go to school, make new friends (and we become 2nd fiddle, again.)
We let them drive and watch them leave. Return, and leave again. We release our faith and give them to God and to perhaps even to another person. They wed. And they are gone. Again. Growing up happens.
Release. Let. It. Go.
The spills, whining, toothpaste on the sink. The clothes on the floor, the wet socks in the foyer and the pile of dirt they began to sweep up and forgot about. Yes, we have the daily release of everything mundane and yet, necessary.
But, the slow release of our hearts, their hands and the hold we granted to God when they were born, is a like a slice of heaven. When we completely release them into God’s care, and into their grown-up lives of marriage, missions, or the path God has chosen , then…
The Release is ever so beautiful, and not so painful, when we see all the plans God really has for our children.
Letting the small stuff go, and intentionally changing our reactions, and speaking truth into our children, will forever reach their hearts. It is harder to let the small things go right now. But what really matters is the heart.
The song my children sing over and over makes it all seem so easy – for a mom to let things go. To ignore the dust, the shoes in a pile, legos and dishes for a while, while reaching deep into the walls of their minds and the recesses of their hearts with God’s word, love and rest.
The Release becomes beautiful.
My housework eventually gets done, the children are flourishing in their school, their chores are done by the end of the day, and I am learning to tell my grown children who grew up with a perfectionist mother in the earlier days… trust me. It is not important right now.
And so, I embrace the release and see it as beauty. For all of motherhood is just this. ‘Our children will never outgrow our hearts. We are just releasing them from the moments we hold to tightly.
Just like every day motherhood. I have learned to not hold onto the temporal too tightly.
I will let go of their hands, but hold their hearts forever.
What do you find are the hardest moments to let go in your mom walk?