I grew up with a Super Mom and so I thought you could do it all, but then I had kids.
I also had a good conversation or two with my mother who admits she could never do it all. She says there were things that slipped through the cracks, but her trick was to never sweat the small stuff. Ultimately, it almost always appeared that things were under control.
Dang, I missed the part of the lesson which explained HOW to do that!
Anyway -- what's the point of all this?
The point is that I love my mom. And I love being a mom. I love the desire I have to want to do it all, but I appreciate the fact that I can't.
It's in those moments where I can't do it all - those moments when I feel weak or lazy - that the biggest blessings appear right in front of me.
When I'm not sweating the small stuff I get to have interactions like this:
LITTLE MISS: "Mommy, I'm trying to talk to you."
ME: "I'm sorry, Sweetheart. What do you need?"
LITTLE MISS: "Mommy, I can't zip this up. Someday I'll be able to, like when I'm a big girl, but I can't do it right now."
ME: "You are absolutely right, Little Miss. Thank you for asking me to help you."
Small stuff to me. Big stuff to Little Miss.
There will be a day when she doesn't need me to zip up her jacket. And since I'm certainly not ready for a day like that any time soon, I will relish those "idle" moments because they can become big moments to someone else. Someone who needs me more than I need a clean house, a made bed, an updated blog, a completed scrapbook, a full pantry, etc.
Another cool thing I figured out: To Little Miss, I'm a Super Mom. :)
No comments:
Post a Comment