When your wound a bit tight…have a mess of kids and plenty of furry creatures…it can be a recipe for disaster even on a good day.
When the toilet is clogged…again
The coffee maker is broken
She’s crying over math lessons
They’re bickering over whose turn it is to sweep the floor
Kai is screaming as he watches the dog eat his favorite car
That sweet little bundle of ours is spewing from every open cavity
Dishes and laundry are piled high
Chickens have grazed the garden
The dog’s footprints dust the hardwoods…10 seconds after I’ve scrubbed them
And oh, yeah, dinner. Kinda forgot about that one – soup anyone?
By evening I’m spent.
Of course, this means nothing to the toddler who has a complete and utter meltdown as I’m trying to take off his clothes and put on his pajamas. He wants his clothes. He likes THOSE clothes! Even though they’re caked in dirt. And bath time…they can go to bed dirty tonight. Right?
These kinds of days are a bit overwhelming and I have to admit that being loving doesn’t come easy. In fact it won’t come at all unless I purposely pursue love. Many, many times I fail. With one foot in front of the other…I try again…reminding myself that children are a gift not a distraction. It’s my job to show them how to love well. So, while they eat soup I eat words off the slate and ask for patience…love…help.
Many years ago I jotted this down. I don’t know who wrote it but I needed this reminder today. Perhaps it will encourage you to press on through the mundane and crazy as well.
If I lie in a house of spotless beauty with everything in it’s place,