Unscripted Writing Prompt
One Word(less) Wednesday: An Unscripted Writing Prompt
There’s something beautiful about slowing down long enough to reflect on a single word.
Each week, I choose one that’s been on my heart- a word that seems to appear in small moments throughout my days as a mom.
These words have a way of anchoring me when life feels loud and reminds me to look for meaning in the ordinary.
This week’s word is one that’s been whispering to me lately, especially in the moments when I feel like I’m falling short or moving too fast.
It’s a word that invites softness, forgiveness, and a little bit of breathing room.
This week’s word is GRACE.
GRACE
The Webster’s definition of the word grace is:
“Simple elegance or refinement of movement; courteous goodwill.”
And that made me pause.
Because grace, especially in motherhood, isn’t about elegance, it’s about endurance wrapped in gentleness.
It’s the quiet forgiveness we offer ourselves when the day unravels, the patience we extend when we’re running on empty, and the softness we choose when the world feels sharp.
We often think of grace as something we receive- divine, unearned, flowing from somewhere higher than us.
But I think, as moms, we also give grace– to our children, to our homes, and, if we’re brave enough, to ourselves.
Grace shows up when we whisper, “It’s okay,” after losing our temper, when we start fresh instead of spiraling, when we let the mess exist without letting it define us.
“Grace begins when we stop demanding perfection and start honoring the effort it takes to simply keep showing up.”
There’s a rhythm to grace– it moves like breath.
We inhale chaos, and we exhale calm.
We hold space for mistakes, for growth, for the in-between.
Grace doesn’t mean perfection; it’s what carries us through imperfection.
It’s that still, steady heartbeat that says, “You can begin again.”
Grace often hides in the smallest moments: the extra hug after a hard morning, the deep breath before responding, the quiet surrender of needing to have it all together.
It doesn’t sparkle loudly or demand attention. It just is- soft, sustaining, and sacred.
The beauty of grace is that it’s never gone; it simply waits for us to remember it’s there.
In the eyes of our children, in the warmth of home, in the patience that grows slowly over time- we see it.
We live it.
That’s the kind of GRACE worth holding onto- the kind that forgives, renews, and reminds us that even on the hardest days, we are still worthy of tenderness.
Motherhood showed me what I need most: Grace
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Unscripted Writing Prompt
You’ve captured Grace perfectly. I agree.
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