One of my favorite mom moments recently was hearing my husband walk through the door and say, “Did you plan on Nevie and Laney playing in the mud?” “Well…” I thought, “I did say they could do some puddle jumping.” To my utter surprise and only 20 minutes to spare before Laney needed to be home for her family dinner, I walked outside to find the two girls in full glee. Covered from head-to-toe in mud and no shoes, they were literally dancing in the rain. Leave it to my eight year-old free spirit who loves creating memories and her dear friend, Laney, who is up for anything to make a profound point. I had to capture their moment. Two friends, hugging and loving each other, IN ALL THEIR MESS!

This picture reminds me of how often we need people in our life who can see the beauty in us, even when we are broken and sometimes, stinky. You know, the parts of our lives we so desperately try to hold together and keep tucked in our Monica’s closets (a reference to the show Friends if you are too young to remember). We all are a mess in some form or another and those of us who try even harder to hide it probably have an even bigger mess to find.

In the confidential spaces at Living Wholehearted, we are helping people discover the beauty that can come out of the most awful and shame-filled places in our stories. The choices we made. The abuse we received. The addictions we cannot break. The disconnection from what we present to the world and what we genuinely feel and think inside.

Having at least one person in the world who can accept us in our mess is truly a gift, let alone a miracle at times.

I want to be the kind of friend who can let people show their true colors and still love them through it. I want to be the kind of mother who does not ask her children to put on a performance to build up my own pride and reputation. I want to be the kind of wife who can let my husband be weak at times and have his own way about things. I want to be the kind of person who does not run from living and embraces the messy moments with a confidence that we are all in the same boat!

The new Hawaiian Disney movie, Moana, has an amazing scene at the end. Moana has a call to restore the heart to a lava monster, Te Ka, who had her heart stolen by a demi-god, Maui. If you haven’t seen the movie, this won’t be too much of a spoiler alert…I think? Moana, as all Disney princesses do, starts to sing to Te Ka, as she bravely faces the dark evil in her fire throwing anger. She sings, “This is not who you are. We know who you are.” She restores the heart to Te Ka and the Lava that once was a defense falls and Te Ka’s true beauty is revealed. Ahh….It gets me every time! We need people like Moana in our lives who see beyond our rough exterior, our defensive ways, our guarded demeanors, our tempers, and our shallow attempts at being seen.

Restoring our hearts requires another person. We are wounded in relationships and we are healed in relationships.

Mother’s day is around the corner. And as we think about our own mothers and being mothers ourselves, it’s important to remember that beauty grows out of ashes. In fact, some of the best fertilizer can be the literal manure we put in our gardens to produce fruit and flowers. God is in the business of using what was purposed for waste and stench, and using it to nourish the deep soils of our souls.
Allowing the mess in our life to be recognized and witnessed by another human being can be the start of something beautiful. Really amazing!

This mother’s day, remember all the moments you wish you could take back and allow those to be the fertilizer for doing it different this time. Forgive yourself. Confess to a friend the ways you messed up. It’s never to late to go to your children and say you are sorry and model humility in asking for forgiveness. I do not have to go far in my day to pull up an example in my own life. it was just tonight as my temper got the best of me. I think my eight year-old and I have a common spice in our genes! After many moments of trying to be patient Mother Theresa, I broke. I could still sense a gentle voice reminding me, “This is not who you are.” And it was out of that messy moment, I spoke softly to my daughter and asked for forgiveness. I was wrong. Her embrace and invitation to read me a story about a turtle who loves her mama reminded me that out of seeing one another’s brokenness, intimacy is birthed. And healing is possible. 

If you are mother, remind yourself that we are a beautiful mess in need of an embrace from a friend and offer that same hug to another. If you have a mother, remind her of how her humanity has developed something beautiful in you. We are all in need of a someone who can love us just as we are, mud and all. Here’s to two little girls who remind us to one, never stop dancing in the rain, and two, a little mess should never stop friends from loving each other well.