There is no greater moment where I feel God's hand on me then when my 2 year old is having yet another epic meltdown and I truly feel like, this is it. I'm about to lose my shit. It is like an out of body experience. But he in is greatness and love for me doesn't let me fall apart.
In the midst of taking care of what a mom is expected to do, there are these epic meltdowns that make me want to walk out the door. Somehow though God sees me through. Because life doesn't stop during meltdowns. There are dance classes to go to, groceries to buy, meals to plan, a dog to walk, swim class, flash cards to practice and it goes on.
There are some moments though when I just want to throw in the towel. Where I feel like a total failure. Where I am tired. Where I question why in the world God believed I was meant to be a mom. Because it goes beyond responsibility. I reach this whole new level in which I can't quite seem to wrap my mind around the fact that society has been led to believe that mom's don't get frustrated. That we are robots that never need to reboot. That we can go on and on without stopping for fuel.
How does that seem right when it is so wrong? And how on earth do I give myself grace and love during these trying moments?
I have to remind myself that some days okay is alright. Sometimes that is all there is left to be.
So to all the tired moms I have seen in line at the grocery store (me included), remember this: You are not alone. You are loved. Your children are so blessed to have you. You matter.
It goes beyond the idea of responsibility.
You are love. You are strength. You are God's amazing creation.