I’m a new mama.

That one sentence changed 100% of my life, in one way or another. (By the way, how long do we get to claim we are “new” at this?)

My husband and I have a beautiful 9-month-old daughter, full to the brim with ornery grins and spunky giggles that melt my heart in a millisecond. Though I’ve cared for her and prayed for her for over 9 months, she’s just starting to learn how to be a little person* in this world–learning from me and her daddy. She’s learning how to be a person…from me? I’m not even the person I want to be yet. I can’t teach her to be a little me that I don’t even like!

But, I don’t get a choice in the matter. She’s growing and learning, ready or not. And she will learn from me and her daddy. Every little word we say, she’ll memorize. Every one: the incredibly inspiring as well as the exceedingly ugly. So what can I do?

I can grow into the woman I was created to be. A woman I would be proud to see my daughter mimic.

I want this blog to turn into a guide; a memoir; a reflection of my journey as motherhood shapes me, smooths my rough edges, and buffs me until I reflect the love my daughter (and heavenly Father) lavish on me.

I could keep a private journal, and one day I might start a quiet time journal. I wish I had started one when I first discovered I was pregnant. (Boy, what a lot has changed since then!) But I have read in the past year or so countless blogs from articulate, engaging women who use their voices to encourage mothers: new, used, and vintage mother. They live their imperfect lives full of tantrums and kisses and broken baby hearts and forgiveness and share those moments with us; they regale us with tales that leave us in tears–fairy tales of their princesses with flowing hair–and hair chopped short with baby fingers clasped around a pair a scissors–and suspense stories of adventurous little boys (who thankfully God blessed with noggins of steel); they stumble and reach out for our hands to lift them to their feet, all the while offering us their own hands in prayer.

I want to give back to those ladies. I want to connect. I want to be an encourager; a co-griever; a tale-weaver; a sometimes pitiful mama who screws up but continues to seek after God and accept his forgiveness and grace, in order to teach my darling daughter by example.

I don’t promise this will be strictly a “Mama Blog” or a “Devotional Blog” or necessarily to have a single theme at all. I just promise to be honest as I share my struggling growth as a mother, a wife, and a daughter of God.

Genuinely,

Megan K. Allison

We always hang out in the nursery Sunday morning before church.
We always hang out in the nursery Sunday morning before church.

*PS: Shout-out to my lovely mother-of-three friend Sarah for the use of “growing into a little person.” If she had a blog I would link to it.

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4 thoughts on “New Mama Lens

  1. This is so beautiful!! I am excited to read your adventures! You and your family are in my prayers, mama! By the way, your daughter is adorable!! Love the red hair!! 🙂 🙂

  2. My oldest is 18 and I’m still a new mom as far as he is concerned – bless him, he is my trial run and his younger siblings get the benefits of all I’ve learned from him. I’ve never parented an almost adult before and it is truly a new experience. My kids are great and people actually ask me how we accomplished that, but I must give the glory to God for holding them up when I would have faltered. Enjoying your blog – keep it up.

    1. I have three younger siblings: my parents’ “second group” of kids (my brother and I are 7+ years older), the eldest of which graduated this year. So I’m viewing as a big sister, not as a mom, but I still see the new challenges of parenting an “almost adult.” I hope the years between now and my daughter’s “almost adult” status prepare me for it!

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