Want some organization tips?? Ain’t got none!! You’re on the wrong blog for that. This is the girl who went to her daughter’s eye appointment a day early. At least I wasn’t a day late… Despite writing it in my planner and getting a text reminder, I still thought the appointment was on Monday. Maybe I need to get MY eyes checked. No, I’m sure they’re fine. I saw what I wanted to see, what I already had in my mind as correct. Sometimes we miss things that are right in front of our face.
Sometimes I only see what I want to see, like tunnel vision. Other times all I can see is the mountain looming in front of me. I guess that’s still tunnel vision. “Do I have to go over it? Can’t I just go around? Why is it so big??? I CANT DOOO THIS!” Now I sound like my three year old.
So many people tell me that this is just a season. (Yes, I said JUST. My husband vowed to spank me each time I say it, but I think it only applies if it’s referring to myself as a mother. You can click the blue JUST to see that post.) …seasons. I know what they say is true, but it’s still hard to fully grasp when you’re in the throes of teething or an ear infection.
But sometimes God gives me glimpses of the big picture so I can fully appreciate the wonderful little moments. For instance:
I grunted as I lugged my 18 month old across the parking lot.
“This kid is made of lead and lard,” I complained. Thomas cracked up.
I’m so glad I make him laugh. I know for a fact that three people think I’m funny: my husband, my college roommate, and, well, me. And that’s all I need! Oh, and I get my kids to giggle pretty easily too, although, the other day in Target Lyla begged me to act “normal.”
Sigh, the world has come around full circle; I used to say the same thing to my dad.
What’s normal anyways?!
Normal is trying to entertain your kids so they don’t scream in the grocery store. I don’t care if the grandpas are frowning as I talk like Gollum. Okay, maybe Gollum was a bad choice. Elmo, then.
Normal is wearing a tiara out in public for an impromptu dress up day. Or forgetting there are bows in your hair, as Thomas once did. A Sunday school friend saw him at the store and said, “Nice bows, man.”
Normal is making up silly songs at any moment, anywhere, about anything. And the kids eat it up.
These are the funny moments I want to cherish before the kids grow up and things go back to “normal.”
Then there are those moments that totally melt your heart, like a juicy baby smooch or innocent encouragement from a three year old.
I heard Lyla sing song chanting on the other side of a door this morning. I started to listen, and I heard:
“Mommy and Daddy love me so much. They’re my happy family. With a knick knack patty whack give a dog a bone. This old man went rolling home.”
It was precious. She had no idea I was listening.
Today I see it- the joy mixed in with the struggle, and I’m thankful. Life is like that, anyways, even without kids. The roller coaster of setbacks and successes is enough to make your head spin.
But God is constant. His character remains unchanging. He never breaks his promises, and his love endures forever. If you put your trust in him, he will guide you through whatever comes your way. God keeps me grounded, and I know he’ll get me over the next mountain I face.
I have a terrible update: while writing this, we had a Code Brown. It was a sneaky one this time- just kind of seeped out the sides, so I have no idea where it might have rubbed off. Nothing is visible, just a faint smell…
Hellooooo, Motherhood! I see you- the good, the bad… and the stinky!