I have once again failed. I have failed the naive, ludicrous, lifeless standards that society so desperately wants to bind me in.
Today, I spanked my child at least five times. Today, my child bit me over 10 times and on that 10th time, I bit her back. (It didn’t phase her. She just smacked me in the face). Today, my child pitched a fit at a mexican restaurant because I tried to put more beans on her spoon for her. Today, my child fell face first in the 1 foot kiddie pool (now I am going to be watching him sleep all night due to the fear of dry drowning). Today, my child didn’t nap and insisted on whining the whole way back from Concord. Today, my children both indulged in a huge cotton candy flavored sucker. Today, both of my children screamed when I took their sucker away. Today, I wore a two piece to the pool.
Today, well, today was hard. Heck, it has been a hard three weeks. Anxiety has raised its ugly head. Sickness has run its devilish course in our home, over and over again and molars have caused catastrophic damage, impairing Scarlet’s sweet demeanor and severely wounding this mama’s mental state.
I’m tired. Like all the time. But y’all, I am obsessed with this life my Father blessed me with. My children, once small and motionless now run around praising His name. My home, once painted a crisp white, now bares walls stained with tiny spaghetti hands . My husband, once hot, is now like Tennessee Whiskey and even hotter. My once small tribe, now expands past the seas. My once young face, now displays wrinkles from a life of laughter.
I fail miserably by society’s standards, but I think I am doing okay based on my Father’s.
I am obsessed. I am blessed. I am tired.
Father,
I am wildly and passionately obsessed with my blessings.
Thank you.