When Frustration Becomes Gratitude
I wanted to be frustrated when she came tip-toeing in this morning. I had a plan. A great, genius idea of waking before the dawn. I wanted to spend the early hours in quiet, with my thoughts and with my bible.
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What I found though, was that my body needed a bit more sleep, and the quiet was still to be found, as she sleeps softly near me.
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Motherhood is made up of these tiny moments, of certain sacrifices, of knowing the time passes quickly and trying to both survive and soak in every small piece.
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This girl. She has taught me more in her six years of life than I learned in the thirty before her. So I lean over and brush my lips across the flush of her cheek, and quietly whisper, “thank you, mama loves you so, very much.” and as I’ve done hundreds of times before, I offer an apology.
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I’m a mama full of mistakes, of bad attitudes, of hurtful words spoken. I’m trying just as we all are to do more than just my best, but to do my best well.
Should you find yourself surrounded by sleeping babies on this Tuesday morning, I pray you can find the joy in it as well. We’re in this together, mama. And today is a brand new day.
