I hopped on the computer because I'm waiting for Hubby to call me from the doctor and let me know what the doctor says about Doodlebug, who is sick for the first time in his short four months, and it is ripping my heart out. I wanted to write my "mid-week momfessions" post today, but I'll do that tomorrow...
And I should be reading my Bible, but it just seemed easier to mindlessly plow through my Google Reader than Proverbs or Philippians, and then I read this.
And my eyes are stinging because I've felt like such a loser mom lately... impatient, selfish, yelling, not-following-through, demanding, distracted but she said it best:
Maybe I will never sleep past 7:00 in the morning and maybe I will never have time to brush my hair and maybe I will never be able to eat a full meal without getting up anddown a million times. It’s worth it. Maybe it will always take me twice as long to do everything and maybe I will never have a really clean house and maybe my days of staying out late with friends are over. It’s worth it. Anything I have togive up is worth just that one minute when they look at me and call me, “Mom,” when those little hands grab mine and those big eyes look at me as if I hold the keys to the world. It’s worth it.
I'm hoping one day soon I'll get over myself, and remember it's not about me anyway. Then maybe it won't matter so much if the kids won't let me get in the shower, or if they need their shoes tied a hundred times, or if they knock over a glass of milk on a newly mopped floor. Maybe then I'll just see all these little things as part of the adventure.
I think I will go read my Bible now...