So our oldest left for basic training in the Air Force today (actually last night). I. Am. A. Mess. We. Are. A. Mess.
Confession: I am a hard mom. I have high expectations – within reach- but high. I usually don’t waver. This has led to my kids – knowing that I love them – but not accustomed to touchy, feely, emotion, filled moments. I am the calm – balanced one. So today – the “tall one” leaving – hit me like a ton of bricks. Surprised all of them and quite frankly me. Don’t ask how I am – know I am a mess- but holding it together and surviving… but please don’t ask, strangely those are the moments I loose it. Seeing him leave on this adventure – has filled me with so much pride. However, so hard to “set him free” and trust that God is watching, protecting, and guiding him.
Isn’t it funny – if you think about it parenting is just one hypocritical moment after another. Our youngest is 8 – we struggle sometimes with his desire for independence completely – and his ability to do some things (like cook his dinner). We can’t wait till he can do this on his own just one night a week – yet in the last 72 hours I have cooked anything and everything under the sun for the “tall one.” When they are young you can’t wait to have a moment where they aren’t yelling ‘mama, mama” and when they are older you miss hearing just one “mama, mama”, “hey you” …anything LOL.
As a mother comforts her child, so will I comfort you; and you will be comforted over Jerusalem.
Confession 2: I may or may not have ended up sleeping with the youngest last night- just to watch that angel face sleep – while there is still room for both of us.
Not sure I have enough chocolate stock piled in my “bedroom food.”
Summer break … bitter sweet. I have had lots of rest and tackled many projects. By the end of the day – I am still tired. It is day 14 (weekdays only)…
Count it all joy, my brothers, when you meet trials of various kinds
James 1: 2
Confession– I am a BIG work in progress when counting it all joy. So lets practice…
- I am TIRED of the crumbs and the request for the 100th snack of the day- before lunch – I am JOYFUL that I can provide snacks and he is healthy enough to enjoy them.
- I am TIRED the number of outfits worn for 30 seconds and put in the laundry – I am JOYFUL that I am able to do laundry.
- I am TIRED of the number of toys stuffed somewhere and claimed to be put away- I am JOYFUL for the laughter that was heard while playing with them.
- I JOYFUL for the extra cuddles, chit chats, help with small chores.
What daily things will you try to count as joy today?
So grab your bedroom food… I am currently savoring a few mini Hershey milk chocolate easter eggs.
Not such a news flash … I have flaws. In the last few years, I have been working on embracing, laughing at and loving my flaws. The official definition of flaw is a mark, fault or imperfection that mars a substance or object. Clearly the person who wrote this was not comfortable with the perfect design of our flaws by the Lord.
Confession– I REALLY struggled with this for a VERY long time EVERYDAY. Luckily, it is only a struggle sometimes now.
I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Psalms 139: 14 (ESV)
I am flawed in so many ways. This is how I landed on OverFlawed Mom years ago – when this idea was just a fleeting thought that made me toss and turn at night. Yes I am over flawed – and I thanks the good Lord most days for every flaw he designed and will use in one shape or form. My prayer for you this week – is that you are loving your flaws.