“Motherhood kicked my butt today,” said one mama of two young’uns after she read a post I shared on facebook.
I could so relate. Not only had my own day been *tough*…but I also remember where she sits now with a four year old and a toddler. Excited to teach them, and sometimes tired of the questions. Thrilled with their development, and yet scared of my mistakes. Looking forward to their future, and often overwhelmed at how many years I have to go until they are adults. It is purely paradoxical.
And yet, please let me dispel any pedestal you may think I sit upon. Motherhood kicks my butt *every. day.*
There is not a day that goes by where I don’t see a character trait that needs work, an education that needs tweeking, a mannerism that needs refining…and I’m not just talking about IN MY KIDS.
No. A thousand times No.
Mostly, I’m talking about ME.
In fact, it has been heard around this house more than once…I tell them, “I see what you are talking about, dear one. I know that so&so needs to stop doing that. I’m on it. But if I miss it, it may be because I am prioritizing the 986 different issues we need to work on and that one your mentioning is #463. I’ll get it! Maybe not today, but I’ll get to it!”
Moms, don’t feel deflated when you have had a rough day and PLEASE don’t think everyone else doesn’t have their fair share. Don’t believe the lies of the enemy that whisper, “You can’t do this job, your efforts are not making near the difference that they should be…you are alone and incapable.”
A rough day is a rough day.
A rough week.
Or a rough season.
But keep plowing. Keep sowing. Keep marching. Keep praying. Keep believing. And in due season, you will reap.
And all those days where your fanny got kicked will have whipped you into shape in a way that only parenting can. You are being refined, momma. One kicked fanny day at a time.