Those days. Those days when you just need to make it until bedtime.
Having such a wide age range between my children (from 5 years to 21 years), I totally get it that “The days are long but the years are short.” I get it. I do. It is true.
It’s funny that those people who are saying that usually aren’t in the trenches of mothering little people at that moment. It is SO easy to see a different perspective when you are in a different season. I went to visit with some friends today. They both have babies under a year old. I get on the floor and play. I cuddle. I coo and ooh and ahh. I’m also not sleep deprived, not monitoring ear infections or keeping notes about antibiotics schedules, and not wondering if my diet is affecting my milk supply. So, I’m in a totally different position. Perspective.
But here’s the thing. This parenting gig is hard. Every stage is hard. Don’t get me wrong, I love my kids more than life itself and there is NOTHING that I’d rather do than be a moma. But, if we are being real….it is tiring.
The crying, whining, and “reporting” (being a tattle tail) is draining. It can wear you down. Don’t think you will sit down or get on the phone. You will be a magnet for drama and everyone will need you.
The temper tantrums can make you want to drive to the next state and rent a room at Motel 6 for the night and just hope they’ll really leave the light on for ya.
Things like packing lunches and checking backpacks can be daunting…..when you do it 580 times a year. My second grader is crying right now in her room because she forgot her homework sheet at school and will get her conduct sheet marked with an X tomorrow. I tried to care and even said some words about being responsible. I’m not trying to make light of being responsible for your things, but if she really knew how little I cared about that. Well, let’s just say she’d be shocked! Grace. We just need a little grace.
After I left that friend’s house today, I was on the way home for an hour of alone time before carpool. (My school is off this week and the girls were off last.) I was stopped in the turn lane and got rear-ended. An HOUR later, a policeman arrived and took the report. I changed vehicles with my husband and proceeded to go pick up the girls. I’m so glad that this didn’t rock my world or really change my day. My back hurts and my van has to be fixed. But….it’s all ok. I remember a time in my life when I would have been so upset about the hassle and the condition of my vehicle. Today, I was just worried that I would be late to carpool and thankful that I was alone when it happened. Perspective.
Now tonight, I’d like to sit down with my husband and watch a movie. But here’s how that goes. We will watch a grand total of about ten minutes. I will wake him up and we will decide to go to bed…because that’s how we roll. 🙂
If the Lord is willing and the creek don’t rise, we will wake up to do it all over again tomorrow. His mercies are new every morning.
The only thing sweeter than a sleeping baby is two of them.