This is not an exceptional day. This is not out of the ordinary, not really. This is just LIFE.
We like to think that these days come with extra patience and feelings of triumph that keep us on our toes when an inkling of complacency sets in. But, really, truly, this is the nitty gritty that is the building blocks for all things good and weird in the world of parenting.
I used to think there was a chapter missing in my proverbial parenting manual when days like these would occur. I would imagine other mothers caring for their less-whiny-than-my-own sick children and happily nursing in the middle of the night with the energy of an Olympian. Somewhere around the second kid it dawned on me that maybe all other parents really were as tired as I was. Maybe this is what it's all about - this rapid-action chaos that adds up into years that leap by with a glance.
So, here it is. The junk you won't see on Instagram to shame your own crazy-laden-lives. We got kids, we got needs, we got Jesus (hallelujah!) This means life is a MESS and totally worth living. This means spit-up on my clothes has value and beauty. This means Redboxing Barbie movies before noon is an act of compassion. This means typing this blog one-handed while nursing (true story) keeps me humble and honest and grateful for those other parents out there one-handing their own battles.
|bills, burp cloths, coffee - YES.|
|my (grocery shopping) hero|
Purpose rarely comes with glamour. These days might carry stress and frustration, but they are no less marked with value than the happy, predictable moments we so often long for.
God, keep me still in these times. Help me see the beauty in the mess and the value in the chaos. Thank you for the trials and the triumphs, and teach me how to show my children the importance of both!