Being a stay at home mom is great, and it’s the perfect fit for me. It’s the only job I ever wanted. But as much as I love being there to protect, mold, and guide my kids all day every day, I really dislike being their servant in bondage sometimes…I have a baby who points and grunts (then cries and yells) to get what she wants and a toddler who’s vocal, yet just as demanding and insistent. Well, maybe not QUITE as demanding. My littlest is a pro at getting her message across (to put it nicely).
And the very moment I finally get to collapse into a chair, there they are again, wanting something, needing something. I’m not sure if I need to ‘die to self’ like my old Bible Study teacher used to say, or just grow a little more in patience and love. Which I feel woefully short on every single day of my life.
My girls are so loving, it astounds me…where does the love go as we age? Why do we not greet our friends with hugs and kisses the way toddlers do? (Never mind the fact that it would be really weird and gross.) I could yell at my girls all day long, but they’ll still want to sit on my lap and smother me with kisses. They don’t hold grudges!
Sometimes I just wish I could be more like my children. And be waited on hand and foot, too. Ha!
The other day, I was seriously suffering from extreme hunger… I had just gone through an oral surgery and everything I tried to eat hurt my mouth. You’ve all probably heard the phrase, “I’m sorry for what I said when I was hungry” and it is so true! Hunger really does have an effect on us. It’s been shown that people on diets are grumpier and more irritable. I tend to be somewhat grumpy and irritable on a good day, so I, if anyone, should stay fueled up! Ha!
Sadly, on this particular day, I was not fueled. It was mid afternoon, and I felt like my stomach was eating itself. I was busy tying up some gift packages with ribbon, when my little daughter comes up to the kitchen counter, interested in my activity. She reached up, enticed by a roll of bright green ribbon. And she promptly dropped it. It rolled across the floor, unwinding itself at warp speed.
I snapped, “Why did you do that?!? Don’t TOUCH!” and I immediately felt foolish. It was just a spool of ribbon! And she’s just a curious toddler!
But my sweet girl said, “It’s okay, Mommy. I can roll it! I can roll it back up!”.
Luckily, my pride got in the way for no more than a second. I apologized. My precious girl questioned why, and I replied, “Because Mommy shouldn’t have yelled at you. That wasn’t nice.”. And she reassured me, “It’s okay, Mommy. It’s okay when we say sorry to ‘each-udders’ that we love.” Then she paused a moment before continuing, “I’m sorry I touched the ribbon. I love you.” as she carefully rewound it onto the spool.
We are supposed to set examples for our children, but sometimes, they set the example for us.
Have your children ever put you to shame?