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Struggles & Snuggles

Just when I feel like I have failed as a mom, was over exhausted, gotten upset with Jack one too many times, didn't get everything done, blah, blah, blah, God sent me his grace. Grady whined on and off all night because his little top teeth are coming in, Jack got us up at 4am wanting a show and milk, and I couldn't get comfortable enough to go back to sleep after that thus waking up already tired.

I was rushing around this morning with not enough time and too much to do. I went to get Grady out of the pack-and-play when I received my grace. He looked at me, leaned in, gave me a kiss, wrapped his little arm around my neck giving me a hug, looked at me again and gave me another kiss and hug. How did my sweet little 8 month old know exactly what I needed at that very moment? God!

I stood in that moment with tears in my eyes thanking God for reminding me that we are most blessed in the simple moments. The to-do list will be there again tomorrow and lack of sleep because of your kids is worth it. I slowed down after that. I didn't care if I was late or the dishwasher wasn't emptied. I knew the laundry would be there when I got back. Instead, I enjoyed my boys as we got ready. We listened to the music a little louder on the way to MOPS and Jack helped and encouraged Grady to clap to the music. We giggled and enjoyed each other and the beautiful day!

Thank You, Lord, for reminding me that You are present in the simple things.

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Casey said…
Miss Megan,
I cannot tell you how many times I cried and felt like a failure as a mom because my house was not clean and I was not put together like the other moms at school. So many times I felt like I wasn't doing enough. I always felt like everyone else managed better than I did. My house still looks like a tornado hit some days. But I am complemented on my kids all the time. The are sweet and kind. The are polite and well behaved (for other people, anyway!) They almost always want to help with chores, too! I cannot say it gets any easier, but it does get "different".

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