Motherhood is an adventure that is never predictable.
Sometimes it’s up. Sometimes it’s down. It’s never boring and it’s ALWAYS a challenge!
And I’m trying to make the most of this hair-graying, heart-racing, panic-inducing adventure ride that I can; but that’s not always easy to do.
My intentions all day were to sit and write a lovely, reflective post on motherhood, because motherhood is all that and a bag of chips! But I must say, my focus has been somewhat diverted by the screaming match I just had with one of my kids. As a result, all of my happy-go-lucky, butterflies-in-my-tummy emotions that were necessary to write a such an ode to motherhood have violently ejected themselves out of my body and bounded right out of my window!
Even after 28 years of parenting, I’m still learning to take all of the “ups” the “downs” in stride. I’m still learning how one moment can be filled with hilarity and laughter and the next can be filled with sadness and heartache.
I’m still learning how to embrace the good and to NOT despise the bad . . . because the “bad” is how we grow in grace and how we learn empathy and compassion. It’s how we discover just how much we’ve failed God ourselves, as His children. It’s through the bad that we learn to trust God and to take Him at his word. It’s how “we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose” (Romans 8:28).
So, it doesn’t matter that I’ve just had a blow-out with a son who shall remain nameless because I’m not going to expose him to public disgrace. I won’t tell you that his name is >>>JONATHAN<<<>>>JONATHAN<<<>>>JONATHAN<<<>>>JONATHAN<<<JONATHAN<<< Because that would just be plain wrong!
I won’t plaster his picture all over my post because that would be a blatant violation of his privacy.
(Boy, good thing I didn’t do that.) :o)
Really now, I’ll use any excuse to plaster my kids faces all over my posts. Isn’t he a cutie-pie? I just love him! (That’s him with his younger sister.)
So you see, it doesn’t matter that we had a messy, “Why is this happening?” blow-out, because less than 30 minutes later it was like it never happened. (But while it was happening I wanted to choke him really good.)
I so want to enjoy my kids. I want to be able to enjoy the good days and not faint when I experience the bad ones.
Motherhood is a gift.
Enjoying your kids is a gift from God.
Take pleasure in those little boogers!
It won’t last forever.