Her talk filled my eyes with tears more than once... I've been a Christian conference-goer for a lot of years. I could never recall all the talks, sermons and devotionals on motherhood that I've heard. But I have never been so moved and in awe as I was after hearing her speak. "Motherhood" took on a whole new meaning -- one so heavy that I'm still moving a little more slowly...
She also talked about some of the "Mom Traps" we tend to fall into... you know, like the "Martyr Mom" trap. "Well, looks like it's another cold meal for me..." I'm so guilty of falling into this one. (My husband would give a big AMEN!)
I seriously felt like Tracey's talk was written for me as she continued talking about our attitudes as moms. Man, am I guilty of some bad ones. "Our kids are little sponges," she said, "soaking up our every attitude." Ouch. I catch myself far too often groaning and sighing (in front of the kids) when I'm frustrated or stressed. Are those the kinds of reactions I want my children to emulate? I quickly realized they were not. Instead of cocking an attitude, Tracey encouraged us to go spend time with God in His Word. He is our refuge and the one who will change our perspective. (Obviously, I needed that challenge.)
"Don't worry about anything; instead, pray about everything. Tell God what you need, and thank him for all he has done. Then you will experience God's peace, which exceeds anything we can understand. His peace will guard your hearts and minds as you live in Christ Jesus." Phil. 4:6-7
Lastly, Tracey encouraged us to start "being" more than "doing." As moms, we are so prone to do, do, do. We've always got a list a mile long. But how often do we just "be" with our children? Jesus always had time to just BE with people, she pointed out, and what more important people to build "relational equity" with than our children? This really convicted me. I spend quality time with my kids, but I know I could spend more. I don't want my children to remember their mom with an iPhone in her hands tweeting and sending emails. I want them to remember her on the floor, playing "dress-up" in an owl hat and rubber gloves (that was us yesterday).
In summary, my kids were only given one mother. As Tracey writes in her book, this is my destiny. There is no greater job in the world, and it's a proven fact that no one will influence my kids more.
What legacy will I leave?