Below is a little something I wrote specifically for our Mother’s Day Out newsletter. It is for all us Moms in the trenches with our tiny ones, making messes, memories, and trying to have fun along the way!
Balance is elusive. Peace is sustainable. A peaceful presence and a peaceful attitude are fully accessible and within reach when I press the pause button in my mind and look to Jesus (more on PEACE). I find myself constantly dangling between two extremes – strict and easy-going, scheduled and loosey-goosey, joyful and agitated. I’m most of these things simultaneously and it can seriously drive a girl crazy!
But, I know we are seasonal beings. There’s ebb and flow. Winter gives way to spring, and then summer to fall. Joy comes in the morning. I’m both energetic and bone-tired. All too often I allow my emotions to dictate my mood. I let the little annoyances of the day creep in and steal parts of my peace, my calm, and my patience.
“Come, let us bow down in worship, let us kneel before the LORD our Maker; for He is our God and we are the people of His pasture, the flock under His care.” Psalm 95:6-7
As I fight to be an engaged mom, I am able to exhale and know that I am choosing all the right things in this season. That’s a key component – in this season. I would love to have a revolving front door, hosting friends regularly and welcoming all into our home, but this isn’t my time for never-ending parties under our roof. For one, there are peanut butter smears on the couch, and I just found blue toothpaste smashed in our rug… Not that I don’t welcome any and all who drop-in and even plan dinner parties, but I am definitely not currently the Hostess with the Most-ess. (And, I’m learning to be okay with that!)
Back to balance… it is elusive. Just when I have a stocked fridge, planned meals, food prepped, and a tidy house, I feel the deficit in other areas. Like, can’t we just feel victorious about ONE thing without any mom guilt about the others?!
So, I didn’t play “Knight and Dragon” for endless hours today, I didn’t read “Tator the Gator” fourteen times, and I didn’t hold the baby non-stop… BUT, we did play “Knight and Dragon,” we did read “Tator the Gator,” I did carry and rock the baby, and then we ate a decent dinner, and all the sheets are clean. Victory. I watched the boys play in the sunshine and helped Charis climb off a chair. I calmed Owen and held him for an extra long time, just because. This is enough. This is the good stuff. I’m learning to treasure all the tiny moments. Celebrating my wins and letting all the condemnation and guilt slip away.
What are your wins for the day? Completed errands? Drinking a full eight cups of water? Finishing a book? Let’s focus on our wins, shrug off any mishaps, and celebrate all the goodness.