I've really been struggling the last few months with being overwhelmed. It seems there just aren't enough hours in my day to take care of the household responsibilities, get my children to and from school and dance class and basketball and cheerleading, go to the grocery store, spend quality time with my children, study my Bible, spend time in prayer, get a fair amount of sleep (I don't know about you, but my body requires a solid 7-8 hrs of sleep each night in order to simply function during the day), make a new friend, be an
adequate great wife, get to church on time...if at all (which doesn't look good for a pastor's family :), give my children
fun educational opportunities, feed the kids, nurse the baby, answer all the "Mama, Mama, Mama"'s all day, help Joshua with his homework, and actually sit down to eat a meal....any kind of meal, healthy or not, whether that be deli ham straight out of the package (no time to put it on bread) or a meal that follows my husband's rule of three (consisting of three different foods such as green beans, chicken, and potatoes). And whether or not you stay home full time to care for your family or you work outside the home to help provide for your family...whether you have one child or ten children...whether you home school or your children are in public/private school...I'm quite confident that this overwhelming feeling does not show partiality.
So the last couple of days, I've been trying to prioritize and spend more time with my amazing kids. It's difficult for me to relax when I see laundry needing to be done and a kitchen needing to be cleaned. But I'm trying to let those things go...trying. So yesterday, while Caleb napped and Joshua was at school, with dirty laundry overflowing our hampers (didn't I JUST wash these clothes two days ago?!), clean dishes needing to be put in their place, crumbs under the dinner table, dirty dishes needing to be cleaned, paperwork needing to be filed, and floors needing to be mopped and vacuumed, I chose to have a picnic lunch with my daughter on our patio. I chose to look into her eyes when she talked. I chose to laugh with her. I chose to watch her wiggle her booty (yes, she loves to show us how she can bust a move :). I chose to give her hugs and kisses reminding her of my love. I made a great choice yesterday. And I pray I can make more of those great choices so my children never question how awesome I
think KNOW they are.
Father, please help me to be the mother You desire for me to be. Help me to choose my children over cleaning the floors. Please fill in the gaps where I fail...no, don't just fill in the gaps where I fail but please fill me with Your Holy Spirit so my children don't see me, but they see You. I want them to see You in every aspect of my life. May they never doubt my love for them. And more importantly, may they never doubt how much You love them.
A very wise friend directed me to the blog of a woman who put it much more beautifully than I ever could.
http://powerofmoms.com/2012/04/your-children-want-you/