WHEN MOMMY LIFE HAPPENS ICE CREAM BRINGS PERSPECTIVE
All of a sudden, I found myself standing at the freezer. The door wide open, tears frozen to my face, while I ate Choclate Mudslide ice cream from the container. How and when did I get here? Without notice, mommy life took a wayward turn today.
I was mindlessly eating one of my favorite sweets yet, this isn’t my normal way of eating ice cream. Why now? I’ve heard the word mommy at least 500 times today! Is that it, very possible.
Chaos shuts down rational behavior, like say, eating from a bowl with a spoon.
And thou shalt teach them diligently unto thy children, and shalt talk of them when thou sittest in thine house, and when thou walkest by the way, and when thou liest down, and when thou risest up. Dueteronomy 6:7
STARTING THE WEEK
It’s a Monday afternoon in mommy life. These come every seven days and are usually pretty routine after a weekend that is anything but restful. Nothing out of the ordinary happen today. I take that back, nothing besides waking up late because my clock was turned military style and 12 hours ahead of time? What!?
Looking back, I should’ve known in that moment this day was going to be a Wacky Wednesday stationed on a Monday. My faith in Jesus never ceases to be tried.
NEWSFLASH EXTRA BEHAVIOR AHEAD
My boys were extra rambunctious. Which with 5 boys in a row, rambunctious is an understated description.
There was wailing as if they were at a concert and the nearest known person was across the stadium. For a moment, I was sure Dash from The Incredibles went running past me. To be accurate, it was more like sprinting back and forth through our apartment like a ball in an 80’s pinball machine. Jumping from the highest pieces of furniture available. The landings were actions straight out of Captain America. You know, the part where he busts through concrete on landing. Hide and seek in my linen closet equals a basket full of now unfolded towels. To top it all off, the baby feels the need to communicate ONLY by crying today.
And they polished it off with extra sensitivity toward consented and self-encouraged wrestling bouts.
I mean real intense breakdowns with real live tears!
No child actually got hurt during these amazing feats. And this isn’t normal behavior. This Monday mommy life drove me face first into a freezer for ice cream.
I want to telepathically scream we love Jesus this shouldn’t be how this day goes.
No amount of reminding, redirecting, corner time, hollering or relating on mini me level was going to do anything to change this today. Looking down, my watch says 4:39!!
When did we get here?
And for the love of all that’s good, WHAT ‘S FOR DINNER?!
As if the last 9 hours haven’t been something out of Terminator slash Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs. I have two little bird like children staring up at me with awe and admiration.
I’m attempting to redeem my mommy life by eating ice cream from the container. Of course, they want some!
MOMMY LIFE IN PERSPECTIVE
It’s days like this I have to ask myself what good am I doing as a mommy? Am I making any kind of difference in anyone’s life if I can’t even make a difference on a Monday under my own roof?
I’m called to go out and preach the gospel. Preaching Christ and being ready with an answer to anyone who asks a reason for the hope within me. Other mommies are our out sharing the saving power of the blood of Jesus and the greatness of our Lord and Savior.
But, what if the people are just barely 3 feet tall 40ish pounds with a smile that is so contagious I can’t help but smile as another crash sounds off.
“NICE LANDING SON!”
I’m responsible for these little souls!
My mommy life calls me to be in my home. Loving Jesus, helping my husband and training my children up in the ways of the Lord.
I’m mommy, this is my calling. This is my mighty ministry. These are the souls I preach Christ to every day. Frankly, these are the ones I must be ready for when they ask me the gazillionth question about the faith that is within me. The future is in these souls. They’re going to have to stand the test of their faith in a world that’s waxing worse every day.
It dawns on me like a hot fire blazing! Lord Jesus my Savior, help me in my ministry. I need you!
Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will not depart from it. Proverbs 22:6
Mommy life is glorious, though, not always clean. It’s a privilege yet, not always instantly rewarding. I know this because one of the most handsomest little boys walked into the kitchen and asked me to dance!
As if there’s any other answer… Absolutely son, there’s nothing else I’d rather do.
Mommy life can be tough. It doesn’t mean you’re failing.
Failure is giving up. Your children will benefit from seeing you keep pressing forward even when things get tough. The world isn’t all fluff and butterflies. Life is hard.
It’s okay to throw you’re plan to the wind and hit the park instead. Guess what, the park can teach you all that taking in some fresh air and God’s creation is all the medicine you need. He’s the great Physician after all.
It’s okay to take a break.
The nearest closet, bathroom, empty bedroom, (if such a thing does in fact exist) can be your strongest ally. Take a moment to be comforted by God’s Word. Reading even one Psalm will make all the difference. He’s there for you.
Take a deep breath and enjoy your mommy life. As an added measure of awesome, go eat ice cream out of the container. Surprisingly, it’ll bring perspective and change everything!
Lo, children are an heritage of the Lord: and the fruit of the womb is his reward. As arrows are in the hand of a mighty man; so are children of the youth. Happy is the man that hath his quiver full of them: they shall not be ashamed, but they shall speak with the enemies in the gate. Psalms 127:3-5