It’s 9:30 PM as I write this. And it’s finally quiet. Finally. It’s been one of those days that included coffee at 4:30 PM and Diet Coke at 9 PM. It doesn’t matter. When everyone is going to the bathroom for our nightly routine I just lay in the floor and someone, or two, or three, end up on top of me. And tonight God makes it abundantly clear: A Mom On A Mission.
Today has been one of those days that honestly, I longed for my bed at 10:43 this morning. You see, I was actually cleaning our room. Like, I took a broom up there and a mop. Those haven’t seen that part of the house in about, hmm, two months. Yes, at least that. You know it’s bad when I’m dreaming of dusting. Well, I didn’t dust. I thought about it, then forgot about it, then remembered it.
You know how it is Moms. The mood struck, I cleaned, and now it’s time for bed.
Today is one of those days I’ve heard whining and complaining for 14 hours straight. Literally. I took all 4 children to Wal-Mart. I’m pretty sure I petrified the cashier. The girls were literally nailing each other in the face as a friend walks by, who is telling me about her moving day today, I’m staring at the debit card thing-a-ma-bob hoping I clicked “no cash back” and not “decline sale”, the boys are on the other side of me fighting over which bag to hold. Seriously, he looked like a deer in the headlights.
I almost told him “Don’t have sex” but I figured I had already scarred him enough. We gave him birth control for several years I’m sure.
And today is one of those days where honestly, laying in the bed with a book, watching Pitch Perfect, Gilmore Girls, coffee and Diet Coke would be ideal.
I’m tired, I’m moody, my back hurts, my ears hurt from all of the whining, my daughter pooped in that doggone potty that I have to actually dump in the toilet. I mean, this is just wrong.
I’m a Mom on a Mission.
As I was laying in bed with my oldest daughter tonight constantly thinking about how exhausted and tired every bone in my body is I just started praying for all the Moms out there who are pushed to their limits. That had to be prompted by the Lord, because I can tell you that’s not my normal response. So I just started praying for the Moms.
The Moms who desperately need a break, but there isn’t one in sight.
The Moms out there who are constantly pulling their hair out trying to figure out how to discipline their kid.
The Moms out there who are bone tired but will get up in a just a few hours and start it all over again.
Because that’s what we do.
We are Moms.
We don’t get medals for this.
We don’t get raises.
We don’t get plaques.
We get to do it over again in just a couple hours.
And for that, I’m thankful.
I’m tired, but I’m thankful.
The end in sight seems far off. (Right now, I get a reprieve in about 5 months where I get to go on a getaway with my hubs for 6 days. And You know what I’m going to do? Sleep. Get a tan. Sleep.)
But the end in sight is years and years away. And I have to say, that makes me tired. It makes me tired just thinking about it.
So I am a Mom on a Mission. A Mom on a Mission to give a little bit of relaxation, a little bit of encouragement, a little bit of laughter all in the name of Jesus. As we plod through this muddy mess but blessed journey of parenting, of little sleep, of constant dishes, work, laundry, and cleaning.
You know, when I think about it, Jesus had to be tired. People were constantly pulling at Him. He knew His end was coming, and He kept going all for us.
We are Moms. We keep going. For love of God, love of our children, love of our family, love of our careers.
And He will provide us with the strength we need.
For the eyes of the LORD range throughout the earth to strengthen those whose hearts are fully committed to him.”
2 Chronicles 16:9a
So Mom, commit your weariness to the Lord. Commit your laundry, your cleaning, your supper, breakfast, lunch, snack times, your job, your parenting, all to the Lord. Because He is the One who Will give us strength.
Here’s a Little Funny to give you a good laugh 🙂 My bff and I actually just did this a few days ago looking for the church key…I found it in ANOTHER BAG!