We're not all raising our kids the same way.

And if that wasn't apparent before the pandemic, good ole' corona, lockdowns, mask-wearing ordinances, and a fiery presidential election sure brought that fact to life.

The fact that

we all believe different things,

all have varied, sometimes wavering, other times happily stuck-in-the-mud points of view on things,

and we all have the way we are [and want] to raise our youngins.

We're not all raising our kids the same way, but we all need grace in the same way.

Because underneath that messy toddler t-shirt is a child whose mother loves him.

And underneath that tween's Lilly Pulitzer dress that matches her mamas is a child whose mother loves her.

And inside that spotless or messy house are kids and mama who loves them.

And at the store, those loud, unruly kids and the quiet and well-behaved ones are both products of a mama who loves them.

The child that eats his vegetables -- his mama loves him...

in the same way, the mother of the child won't even look at anything that's not a dino nugget does.

The straight-A student, the one getting all "Excellent" marks -- her mama loves her...

just as much as the mama whose kid is struggling in school.

A mother's love isn't visible; you can't define it by its apparent features — though we often try.

A mother's love lives inside a child, and a child with love inside of them is without a doubt the most beautiful thing in the world.

So give grace to each other.

See beyond your line of sight and into the heart of a mama.

'Cause, when you look into the heart of mama, you see her kids, and when you see her kids, well, if you stay and look deep enough, you'll see her heart.