I passed Shawna Mourissey in the hall at church on Sunday, with her two little ones in her arms.
She has five others, in addition.
I, with my one fidgety child, felt overwhelmed.
How do more children happen?
I wondered.
As we passed, I smiled and casually asked how she was doing.
She replied, “Crazy”.
I laughed and I told myself I knew how she felt. But as I sat at home – home from church early - I realized that perhaps I only understood a portion of motherhood craziness, even though it feels like 110% sometimes.
Sometimes = a lot lately.
I blame it on the weather, the settling in of winter.
The lack of the beautiful sun.
Perhaps it’s more a lack of faith.
Whatever lacks, if I look long enough, I always find the silver that lines the gray.
Yesterday, I flung Morgan’s little body onto my crisp white down comforter in our bedroom. The blinds were open and the morning sun was filtering in through the window. The reddish highlights in his hair were glowing, and his eyes twinkled, and his nose wasn’t running, and my mind was worried about a single other thing except enjoying his perfect little self with his perfect little laugh and that single perfect moment in my less-than-perfect day.
Then another perfect moment followed when I felt deepened gratitude in my heart for a perfect Father in Heaven, who loves me personally, watches over and takes care of me – a less-than-perfect mother, hoping, trying to be better.
To be just a little more.
She has five others, in addition.
I, with my one fidgety child, felt overwhelmed.
How do more children happen?
I wondered.
As we passed, I smiled and casually asked how she was doing.
She replied, “Crazy”.
I laughed and I told myself I knew how she felt. But as I sat at home – home from church early - I realized that perhaps I only understood a portion of motherhood craziness, even though it feels like 110% sometimes.
Sometimes = a lot lately.
I blame it on the weather, the settling in of winter.
The lack of the beautiful sun.
Perhaps it’s more a lack of faith.
Whatever lacks, if I look long enough, I always find the silver that lines the gray.
Yesterday, I flung Morgan’s little body onto my crisp white down comforter in our bedroom. The blinds were open and the morning sun was filtering in through the window. The reddish highlights in his hair were glowing, and his eyes twinkled, and his nose wasn’t running, and my mind was worried about a single other thing except enjoying his perfect little self with his perfect little laugh and that single perfect moment in my less-than-perfect day.
Then another perfect moment followed when I felt deepened gratitude in my heart for a perfect Father in Heaven, who loves me personally, watches over and takes care of me – a less-than-perfect mother, hoping, trying to be better.
To be just a little more.
having more than one child can be challenging, but you will be able to do it. i hear it is way easier having them one at time... you're a great mother, it will come very easy for you.
ReplyDeleteI think you already know the secret. That is exactly it, to just take time to recognize the really good moments. We all try to be better. Every night as I pray I think about each of my boys, pray that I can overcome my failings, that I can be a better mom tomorrow. Each child does stretch you, helps you grow in good ways, helps you to learn patience (again) and a deeper level of gratitude. There really is nothing like motherhood.
ReplyDeleteI'm always amazed by mothers that have a minivan full of kids. I have a hard time juggling everything with just the two of them {and a husband}.
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