I’ve just finished a devotional called “Unglued“, by Lysa TerKeurst. It’s only taken me about twice as long as the 60 days it was laid out to be, but I finished it, which really is a miracle since I’m pretty sure its the first one I’ve ever finished!
So the last day of this devotional really caught my attention when one of her 3 steps to reducing “unglued mama mornings” was to “Remember I’m managing blessings.” This is all in reference to her getting her kids ready for school and how stressful it can be to make sure everyone is on time with everything they need for the day. Even though I don’t have school aged kids, the point to “Remember I’m managing blessings” really hit me.
For whatever reason, I can get frustrated and lose my patience way too easily. Maybe it’s from lack of sleep or my introvert-self isn’t getting enough “alone time” but there is no excuse for me to be short with my sweet toddler and to cry in frustration when my baby wants to nurse instead of taking a bottle. And this is where this phrase needs to be running through my head and heart repeatedly, so it becomes ingrained and then I won’t take things out on my wonderful little blessings.
On the other hand when I do pray for my boys I’m always grateful for their health and there budding personalities and they’re sweet quirks, but have I been grateful for the blessings they are in my life? How they’ve made me a better person in a way I could never imagine? Am I thankful that I have learned so much from them and through them just by being their mother? The Bible says my children are a gift, a reward; they are “reserved” for me by God:
“Behold, children are a heritage from The Lord; The fruit of the womb is a reward.” ~Psalm 127:3
Do I see them this way? I’m sad to say that I don’t always, but from now on I am going to make a conscious effort to do just that. Yes, I will still get frustrated and impatient, but my hope is that I will be able to stop myself before these emotions cause me to become “unglued.”
Oh, Halloween. A night to dress up as whatever fits your fancy and to be given candy as a reward. Now it sounds like a grand time in theory, but until you have a toddler on Halloween I believe you don’t fully understand “going crazy.” OK, OK, it wasn’t that bad, but it wasn’t quite what I had imagined either. Which I’m not sure why I figured it would be any different from how it was, but I’ll admit I’m an optimist.
I visualized this super cute coordinated brothers costumes, with sweet photo opportunities, and then EJ getting to trick-or-treat and having a blast.
That last part happened, but seriously coordinated costumes and “Sweet” Photos? Really? What was I thinking? They did coordinate. The Football Player – who wanted nothing to do with his costume – and his Football. We took photos, but they weren’t very sweet due to a crabby 2-year old and baby who wasn’t enjoying the cool fall breeze (going outside was the only way to keep EJ’s costume ON).
But that’s not really the point of Halloween is it; the point is getting free candy. Which we came home with not as much as most I’m sure but enough to make me cringe. Thank goodness he’s young enough still to not remember that he got a bucket full (OK, half full) of candy last night.
What I do believe he loved the most was being outside, getting to walk/run around, and seeing other kids in silly costumes. My son LOVES to “meet” other kids and this was the perfect opportunity and that makes me happy. I’m sure in the years to come he’ll be more interested in picking out his own costume and counting/taking inventory of his candy, but I will savor the memory of watching his eyes light up when he saw all those kids walking around and he could try to make new friends.
Memories like that remind me to enjoy each moment no matter how hectic and chaotic because life isn’t perfect and when I really sit and think about it I wouldn’t want it to be.