By Missy Smith
Here we go again….
It’s another morning and my alarm goes off. As I reach to silence it…. I take a deep sigh and I cringe.
I know that when my feet hit the floor they will not stop until I come back to this bed in the late hours of the night. As I lay in my bed I quickly think of all that must be done. I need to pack lunches, get children awake and dressed, gather book bags, feed the kids breakfast, get myself dressed and looking halfway decent and gather my stuff for work and school. Once we leave the house and race toward their school to beat the “O0ps! You’re Tardy!” sign, I will then have to go to my school. Between classes, I will need to check emails for work and touch base with those I know need some ministry today. Then, after school are the activities such as dance, soccer, meetings, homework and grocery shopping- because we forgot a few things at the grocery store yesterday. At some point I will need to work on supper and prepare for all that awaits us the next day. Oh, and at some point in this day I need to send my husband a text to let him know that I do appreciate him, as I feel certain I haven’t done that in a while. If I have time by the end of the day I desperately need to take the opportunity for some self-care…..Yes, self-care!
I say a prayer as I am certain I will need God’s hand to carry through another crazy day then I put my feet on the floor and here we go again. It’s another day.
Would it surprise you if I told you that my day did not turn out as it was planned? Well it didn’t go smoothly at all. Just when I think I have a handle on things, more craziness happens. Adding to it a child gets sick and any sense of traction is gone, making the whole day even more complicated.
As the day concludes I find myself carrying such a burden. I feel the guilt for not helping my children more with school work. I feel the anger for the attitude I gave the grocery attendant. I feel disappointed that I did not get my time to complete my schoolwork. I feel ashamed that I never did tell my husband that I appreciate him.
I suddenly become burdened about who I am and how, yet again, I must be a failure at so many things!!! Especially being a good mother. I let them down again because surely it’s my fault they got sick.
But then, through the whispers of one of my children waking from her sleep in the late hours of the night, God reminds me of something.
My sweet little girl tired and weary from her day of not feeling well called to me from her slumber to say, “Mom, I love you and I just need one more hug from you tonight. Could you sit here with me and give me one more hug?” With a tear in my eye I said, “Yes, I can! I certainly can!”
Here we go again, day after day, trying our best to be the best mother we can and feeling like we fail at it miserably. We try our hardest just to keep up with the pace of life. Often times we mess up and sometimes even do fail. But our Heavenly Father loves us and cares for us regardless.
He is there to hug us whenever we need it. And when we ask for time to just sit a while longer in his arms he does that for us too.
Keep your chin up Moms and know that the Heavenly Father’s arms are there to wrap around you and whisper in your ear: “Good job mom! I know you are doing the best you can. I don’t expect you to be perfect. I just want you to be mine. I am here for you when you are tried and weary. I do love you so very much!”
Happy Mother’s Day!