It is not easy to be a mother. But things that are easy are rarely very rewarding.
The harder I scrub, the more I start to calm down. My attitude begins to shine like the silver handles of the faucet.
Yes, it took almost an hour to make dinner for three children that complained about it, and a husband that wasn’t home to eat it. And yes, it felt like a big waste of time, but I will do it again tomorrow, the next day and the next day because it is what I do, and despite my own complaining, I love my life.
My children challenge me. I hope that means that they will continue to think for themselves and become strong-minded individuals.
I have a bit more cushion around my mid-section than I would like. I know this means that I never go to bed hungry.
I grow tired of trying to keep my house clean. This same house provides me with a safe and loving home to enjoy with my family. The same things that can drive me crazy are the very things that I am grateful for.
I am blessed. Sometimes I just need a reminder. Don’t we all?
Edited by Jessica Obert