The clock on the wall murmurs its steady rhythm. The dishwasher swishes and rumbles. Sneakers, sis’ kitty, sits in my lap vibrating ever so gently with his soothing purr. Lights from the Christmas tree send a steady glow of warm, cheery light throughout the room.
It’s past 11:00. Darkness and quiet prevail. It’s Friday night and just kitty and I are awake. He wants to play. I want to type. I’m not sure who’s winning, but it might be him!
I cherish these hours when all is peaceful and still. It’s in these moments I recount my day. It is during this time of soothing quietness I remember why I cherish being a mom.
During the rush of the day, when my name is called at least a hundred times, I can get frazzled. I don’t mean to. I don’t want to. But sometimes I do. Sometimes having them all home all the time can be so difficult. Those days, when nothing seems to go right. When there is fighting between brothers. And whining coming from discontent little people. Those are the times I feel hunched over with failure. I begin to question my ability. I begin to question my desire to to this mom job.
But, in the hush of the night the Lord graces me with His wisdom. These children, the very ones, who can be sweet as sugar one moment and in the space of a breath terrible stinkers the next, are gifts. He reminds me to be thankful for the hard, irritating, life-consuming times. It is growing us all. In the midst of these trials I tend to forget that these are learning moments for us all. My viewpoint is on the present. My focus zeros in on how rotten my kids can be at times and how it seems I am failing to make a difference in their behavior.
Thankfully, in the still of the night, the Lord opens my mind. He shows me what I need to do. First, I need to pray fervently for each of my children daily. Second, I need to set a good example with my words and actions. Third, I need to be consistent.
Oh, this sweet time of quiet and contemplation, when my children are peaceful, slumbering with sweet dreams and gentle expressions gracing their faces. I am thankful for the reminder from my Lord that YES, I am able to do this. Yes, He will guide me on my mommyhood path. Yes, I have wonderful, beautiful children who only sometimes morph into freaky little monsters.
Yes, there is hope for my children and His name is Jesus!
*****This post was in my drafts started on 12/17/10…finished this morning when I was graced with a smidge of inspiration on how to finish it!