Today wasn’t my best day of motherhood. I was impatient, my words were unkind, I was distracted and not terribly merciful.
There are many evenings that I sit down and am exhausted. Tonight, I’m absolutely exhausted and a little bit defeated.
Parenting is hard. There’s no way around it. Kids, even little ones, can push buttons you didn’t know you had.
This week has been short on sleep. Jamie had a nightmare early on and the nights sense have been complete with 2-3 hours awake trying to calm him.
No sleep for any of us makes for impatience for all of us. Jamie hasn’t been his normal, flexible, full of joy self. And Brandon and I are not at our best.
And it’s in these moments that I am so thankful for new mercies every morning. It’s in these moments that I am longing for a chance to try it all again.
And I’m learning to be okay with imperfect days. Because as discouraged as I am about my record, I am so incredibly thankful for the gift of my two munchkins. So thankful for their silliness, their laughter, their intelligence and flexibility. I love how they run and hide when i chase them and how they love to tackle their daddy. I love their thick curly hair and endlessly long lashes. I love the shade of their skin and their bright eyes.
So tomorrow morning I will make muffins, I will hug and kiss boo boos, soothe worries, comfort my anxious child, play with my babies, enjoy my children and do my best. I’ll read parenting books and blogs and try all the things.
But for tonight, I’m going to sit in the sadness. Honestly, I think we run from sadness all too quickly. Like I said up above, parenting is hard. And if we don’t embrace all the feelings that come with it, then I wonder if we’re in danger of missing something.
I am hopeful that tomorrow I will do better.
And for now I am going to continue to watch old videos, cry a little, watch Arrested Development and hug my babies before I go to sleep.
Good night, friends. Stay tuned for more posts coming soon. A few things have been brewing and I’m eager to share them.