My kids will remember today when they lay their heads on their pillows tonight. I parent with today in mind
There. I said it. Judge away! Yesterday was one of those days.
For some reason I have this picture in my mind of what other families look like on the way to church. I imagine there is peace, everyone has matching shoes, and no one has had a clothing or hair crises that morning. When someone opens their mouth, it's simply to sing a hymn or quote scripture. Or, maybe they use their words to build one another up.
This is not the case for my family. IF we make it out the door in time, it's only because our clocks didn't get changed for Daylight Savings. If we have two shoes that match it's because the missing mate was discovered on the way to church under the car seat. And if we've made it through with no clothing or hair crises...well, that has never happened because I have pre-teen girls in my home. I keep dreaming.
If only I could drive to church on my own, listening to praise music with the sunroof open....I know, I'm a real party animal.....I don't ask for much. Rather than have one of the kids mouth off and say something disrespectful or hateful to her sister, I could actually walk into the church doors with a free mind, ready for worship. I could walk into the foyer excitedly
greeting people instead of wondering who heard what as we opened our car doors in the parking lot.
Yesterday went from bad to worse as the emotions around home continued to erupt following church. I found myself thinking how nice it would be to just be by myself. I'd maybe even consider bringing the hubs along on this pretend trip to isolation. I would love to be able to shut out the chaos and the noise and be somewhere that people only spoke positive words to one another and the demands of motherhood weren't always screaming for my attention.
Oh to sit in the sand on a beach with a good book ALL BY MYSELF! Oh, and I'd have a pineapple sort of drink in a big, pretty glass (yes, real glass because there would be no one there to break it) with a paper umbrella dancing around the top. I'm jarred back to reality by the fact that someone is yelling my name (not Jill, "MoMMMMMMMMMM").
How easy it would be on those days when parenting gets tough to walk away, to hide, or to lock the bedroom door. It's in those moments that I feel like running away that it helps to remember these four things.
1. My attitude affects my day. If I have a grumbling attitude and enter into the day with a "today is gonna stink too" mindset, it usually does. If I am positive and ask the Lord to help my attitude throughout the day, He does. Some days, I have to do this A LOT!
2. I have to have a big picture mentality. It helps me to remember that these years are fleeting. Though the struggles of today seem overwhelming and like I fail miserably at times, I really do know that my time is limited with my kids. The window of time becomes smaller by the moment.
3. I can't play the comparison game. For me to assume that other families don't have the issues we have is foolish. It's dangerous for me to compare myself as a parent or in any other way to anyone else. Others are not the standard by which I must be measured.
4. My kids will remember today when they lay their heads on their pillows tonight. I parent with today in mind. Not yesterday and its craziness or tomorrow and its worries. Today. I will be a Godly wife and mom today. I will not compare, I will pray continually about my attitude and will live in the moment today.
How about you? Are there days you'd love to walk away? What do you do to get through those tough days?