Momma, Why?

Momma, Why?

Recently my 2 ½ year old son discovered the WORD.  The word most of us mommas have a hard time with.  Not just because of the WORD, but how many times our littles use it.  Do our littles even know the meaning of the word? 

WHY does the motorcycle go fast?

WHY did you eat that oreo?

WHY did Papa go to work?

WHY can’t I put my finger in my shoo-ee?  


I have been trying to put my WHY frustration to the side and intelligently answer my sweet little’s question.

Within the past 5 years I have transitioned: out of college, into the real-world-workforce of education, out of my only known environment, into West-Coast sunshine and Los Angeles traffic, out of an incredible adventure with my forever love, into our first pregnancy, out of being a full-time-working momma, into our second pregnancy, out of the “real world,” into my life’s passion, being a stay at home momma to Trafton and Matilda Jane.

Then I realized…oh goodness I am just like my little.

When I do not have a clear answer from God, I ask why. WHY?  WHY does this season of life look the way it does? WHY do I seem like I am not enough as a mother?  WHY do I feel alone?  WHY did no one tell me the daily difficulties of being a SAHM? 

Most mommas on social media (I know…it seems ridiculous that I compare, but compare I do.) make the stay at home lifestyle seem as extraordinary as Duchess Middleton’s flawless wardrobe.  For me there are few days of high heels and the victory of actual pants over yoga-stretchy-anything is one we celebrate.  Showers are monumental moments of massive proportion.    

As I realize the process of talking with my oldest little about his question of WHY, I had an aha moment.  God doesn’t just give us transitions in life. He guides us through the process of the change.  I have and continue to grow through the transition of everyday looking differently as a SAHM.  My goal is now to process my initial WHY into a moment for HOW.  Instead of asking WHY I might not get a shower in, put on decent clothes or have made nutritious meals, I lean into the process of HOW.  HOW the moments that would have been spent taking the shower or making the Rachel-Ray-Pioneer-Giada cake, are far better spent engaging the hearts of my littles.  HOW I might have had a rough day with Trafton wanting the desires of this heart sacrificing obedience, give me the opportunity to guide him in the ways of the Lord. 

Everyday is a day of growth as a wife, a mother, a sister, a daughter, and a friend.  When my head and heart are foggy of the truths Christ promises in this beautiful season, I mediate on His word:

“Rather, speaking the truth in love, we are to grow up in every way into him who is the head, into Christ.” Ephesians 4:13 

WHY God brings me through transition pales in comparison to HOW I am feasting in His grace and mercy on a daily basis. 

Jet was born and raised in Amarillo, Texas and at Trinity Fellowship.  Upon graduation from high school, she became a Baylor Bear.  After graduation she returned home and has since taught high school, married her forever love Tanner, lived in California, and currently raises her two extraordinary children, Trafton Dawson and Matilda Jane.  Jet’s passions in life include celebrity gossip, diet coke, knitting, good meals with good conversation, and family time.