mopsI’m not Martin Luther King,  Jr. I’m not even related. I’m not African American, nor am I considered a minority.  To be honest- I hesitate to even write this post out of respect for the struggle that Dr King’s speech addressed.

But, I have to. Because I have a dream, too.

I dream that mothers of all kinds- homeschool, public school, nursing and bottle feeding, Moms who work outside the home and those who work from home, Moms who are married and moms who are single. Moms who are tattooed and moms who wouldn’t get inked if their Target cards depended on it. I dream of moms from all ethnic backgrounds sitting together and sharing their lives. I dream that socio- economic factors wouldn’t determine who our friends are. I dream that mothers of all kinds  would walk the journey of mothering together- hand in hand.

I dream that we’d learn from each other, know each other, respect our differences and sometimes laugh about them. I dream of a world without mommy wars. A world where we lead our children to love by example, even when it’s difficult. I dream of a mothering culture where we understand God’s unique calling and design as he pairs mother and child in all the ways that he does- from birth- to adoption and fostering. I dream of moms trusting their own choices in parenting- and trusting the choices of others- even when they differ.  I dream because God has chosen us each to be the parent for our child. He knows what we’d struggle through and what we’d excel at and what our children will need.

I dream that we’d be better if we mothered together. Because, I know it’s true.

I can’t do this alone. I can’t walk this walk alone. Parenting is hard. The journey is lifelong. Our choices are passionately made and our beliefs passionately held. Our children’s needs are unique and just about the time we think we have it all figured out- life (or our kids) throw us a curve ball. (Or, an iceball to the head… parenting can be like that.)

I dream that no mom would have to walk that path, alone. I dream that every mom would have someone who’s been there done that, or wouldn’t even think of doing that- and would learn there are possibilities than just what she’s known and experienced.

I dream that moms would know that we need each other. Desperately. I dream that we’d learn to trust each other. I dream that we’d set aside our (petty) judgments and our competing to be right. I dream that we would learn to lovingly challenge each other’s ideas. I dream that we’d learn from each other’s mom mistakes and masterpiece mommy- moments.

I have a dream.

But, I don’t just dream….I work  with MOPS International to make that dream become true. Because- mothering matters- and we are better when we mother  together. Same. Different. Together. Each one doing her own part……

For by the grace given me I say to every one of you: Do not think of yourself more highly than you ought, but rather think of yourself with sober judgment, in accordance with the faith God has distributed to each of you. For just as each of us has one body with many members, and these members do not all have the same function, so in Christ we, though many, form one body, and each member belongs to all the others. We have different gifts, according to the grace given to each of us.”

Mahalia Jackson whispered to Martin Luther King Jr to give voice to his dream…..and it made a difference. It still is.

So….in honor Of Dr King-  I’m stepping out in faith and giving voice to mine…..

Today I want to know… what’s your dream?

Tell me your dream, momma! Tell me your dream! you are not alone