I'm shocked that it's really been this long since I last blogged. I guess I feel like I have an ongoing post in my head at all times, but I forget to get it out through my fingers. :)
Before I get 'deep', I have to say things have been good. Really good. Like "I can't believe how happy I am" good. Yes, there were some days a couple of weeks ago that I was feeling pretty down. But with a lot of prayer and a few tears, I got through it. The weather was so dreary, and I think I missed a day of my meds, and I suddenly felt like I was spiraling downward. The minute I felt 'off', I panicked. "Oh no.", I told myself, "not again.". I asked a few friends to start praying, and within a few days, I was back on track. Phew! Things are good. :)
There's always a 'but', isn't there?
I am sick of me. I'm selfish. Not in an "I exist, therefore I deserve" way, but a more subtle way. The "I can't believe all I got was lunch and cards for Mother's Day" way. I had quite the pity party after reading status updates on Facebook from my friends, joyfully recounting how special the day was. And why? Because I deserve so much more? Why am *I* so special?
Yesterday, I found out that the 4 year old daughter of a former high school classmate was struck by a car and killed earlier in the afternoon. One day after Mother's Day, this precious little girl left this earth, leaving behind a family who will never be the same.
It puts things into perspective.
What makes me a mother is not the accolades, gifts, special treatment, or a 'Day' to be celebrated. It's the privilege I have (that I often take completely for granted) to watch my five not-so-little blessings grow, for as long as they are on loan to me from the Lord. It's seeing three of my precious kids on the platform at church, prompting our church body to worship the God that created us. Watching Tessa do all the motions and sing her little heart out. Watching Sam be shy and not sing along at all. Watching Luke stand with a group of his buddies around a microphone and sing praises to our God. It's smiling when Annaliese asks me, "Mom, can you tell me how I'll find true love like you and Daddy?". It's my heart melting when Adam tells me that I'm a good 'cooker' as he wraps his arms around me and plants a big kiss on my face.
I have failed in so many ways at this calling of mine. The laundry doesn't get folded and put away as often as I'd like. The piles of clutter don't get put away, they just multiply. I lose my temper and yell. But, I am blessed beyond what I deserve...and that is a gift that just can't be wrapped.
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