Oh, Lord…
This past week, my oldest son was a bit sick, so he was horribly grouchy with me. He fought naps, screamed at me and tried to hit and kick me frequently. He threw things and cried. A lot.
I cleaned up potty training messes and tried to patiently encourage potty time while the baby screamed wanting to be picked up. I wiped snotty noses and had snot wiped on me. I’ve cleaned up thrown food and been “the bad guy” when having to enforce the rules. I’ve felt like a broken record and at times, a bit of a failure. I was up often during the nights with both of them and have stayed exhausted.
Tonight alone, I stepped on a small metal car and when I finally got a few moments to actually wash my hair in the shower instead of the sink before the baby woke up again, I had to stop first to pick up the toys from the bathtub.
Lord, I just want to say….
Thank you. For every moment. I’m humbled and grateful for the opportunity you have given me. Not every woman who wants to be a mommy is granted the same. Why you have allowed me this great privilege is something only you can answer.
Thank you for letting me hold on to my boys here on earth while you hold my girl in Heaven. Thank you, Lord, for teaching me through these precious children more about what your love really means.
Thank you for putting up with our grouchy, willful, disobedient, selfish, human ways and loving us anyway. Thank you for your patience when we are lashing out at you for things you know are best for us in the big picture. Thank you for loving me enough to say no when you know what I think I want isn’t what I need.
And thank you, Father, for every sweet hug, every sticky, syrupy kiss, every dimpled smile, and every sweet giggle. Please help me to never take a moment for granted.
Your humbled servant,
A tired, grateful mommy.