Simple Remembering and Reality

Sometimes it is easy
to forget
what it was like having two children under the age of three
at the same time.

It is almost as if when we get older we remember only the “good” things. The “good” times, when mothering was wonderful and smiles were everywhere. The house was clean, the boys were listening and you could hear the birds singing in the distance as dinner cooked and life was as it should be….oh wait, that must have been the 25th showing of Lion King!

SKID>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>BREAKS APPIED.

Those times were really not that often. That is why I am glad I have always kept a journal.

The reality?
It was hard.
I wanted to be the best mom possible.
And sometimes, I just sat in the floor, in the middle of the room and cried. Usually with them.

And it didn’t scar them for life.

There were days when I felt like a failure. I got mad. I said the wrong thing. They fought and argued nonstop, no matter what I said or did.

I had one child that would not sleep more than four hours at a time. And one that decided naps were no longer needed (for him). There were days when I got up after maybe 5 total hours of sleep….and then the oldest got up sick. All Day.

I stayed in my pajamas. All Day.

I was lucky if I got my teeth brushed, much less my hair.

But they survived.

I didn’t scar them for life. They made it. I made it.

So young moms….please don’t be too hard on yourself. It is ok to sit and cry in the middle of the room once in a while.

You won’t scar them for life. And when you are old like me…

You won’t remember those times anyway!

Psalm 113:9 “He gives the barren woman a home, making her the joyous mother of children. Praise the Lord!”

~Be Blessed~

IN CHRIST ALONE 