I received a text from a friend
that read “Happy Hump Day!” My reply was
“thanks, but all my days are the same.”
Most of my days consist of keeping 2 children alive. I swear my son almost dies at least 5 times a
day because he puts small objects in his mouth, smiles then takes off running
and laughing. I imagine every horrific
scenario that could possibly happen with objects, wild animals, cars, baths,
birds, snakes, corners, blankets, furniture, dish soap and popcorn. When I lived in Tampa Bay, I would drive over
the bridges and imagine all the ways trouble would find me. Perhaps aliens were attacking from above, or
a crash sends someone over the side of the bridge, plummeting into the water. Whatever the problem, I knew I would grab my
trusty seat belt cutter/glass breaker, jump over the side and rescue all who
were in trouble. I was the heroine. I should make myself a cape. A hot pink cape.
With the creative imagination I
was blessed with, nothing could have prepared me for the scenarios I have faced
as a mother. My husband and I can laugh
at a few of them, like when we were thankful the babysitter was late. If she had come 5 minutes earlier, we would
have all been naked, wet and crying.
Seriously…all of us. Oh, and who
doesn’t love the feeling of warm congealed milk being spit down the INSIDE of
your clothes? I am sure none of you have
found yourselves in the fetal position on the bathroom or kitchen floor crying,
right?
My daughter is almost 4 and my
son is 2. We are out of the infant stage
(thank you Jesus!), which has been the hardest so far (stay tuned). While my days contain a lot of the same, they
are full of laughter, shock, awe and wonder at the growing minds and bodies of
these little humans I get to hang out with.
I know each stage will have its own challenges. I also know that while I have already faced
so many new challenges being a mother, my strength will build on what I have
learned. I have great family, friends
and a fabulous faith community that I will continue to learn from, ask
questions to and most importantly, not be alone in.
I know difficulties will come– perhaps
of the worst sort - but I will not face them by myself. Our experiences are our own, yet when we
share our struggles, we invite insight and wisdom from those around us to speak
life and support into our world. The
next time I feel like lying down on the bathroom floor to cry, I am hoping I
will pick up my hot pink cape, wipe my tears away, get up and let someone in. After all – that is all any of us can do, day
by day.
~Stacey~
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