Another Little Thing
It’s been a rough week. Zachary’s molars started breaking through, so he’s been miserable with fever and pain. On top of that, the eczema on his hands flared up again, getting infected. He hasn’t slept well. Translation: WE haven’t slept well. I am tired, sore, sleep-deprived and emotionally exhausted.
Some days being a parent seems like too much work. I get tired of being nice and loving and nurturing. Some days I would rather be selfish. I would love to drop the kids off with their real parents so I can hit the movies or walk aimlessly around the city. Then I remember: I am the real parent.
On other days I am reminded exactly why I longed to be a mom in the first place: those little things that make all the difference. This morning Zach wasn’t feeling his best. He started crying and fussing with a stinky diaper. I changed him, lifted him off the table and gave him a kiss. He threw his arm around my neck and said, “Thank you, Mom.” I melted. It is amazing how such a little thing can make all those weary, endless nights disappear.
Let us not become weary in doing good for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up. – Galations 6:9
Some days being a parent seems like too much work. I get tired of being nice and loving and nurturing. Some days I would rather be selfish. I would love to drop the kids off with their real parents so I can hit the movies or walk aimlessly around the city. Then I remember: I am the real parent.
On other days I am reminded exactly why I longed to be a mom in the first place: those little things that make all the difference. This morning Zach wasn’t feeling his best. He started crying and fussing with a stinky diaper. I changed him, lifted him off the table and gave him a kiss. He threw his arm around my neck and said, “Thank you, Mom.” I melted. It is amazing how such a little thing can make all those weary, endless nights disappear.
Let us not become weary in doing good for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up. – Galations 6:9
Labels: encouragement, frustration, illness, parenting, work
2 Comments:
Bless your heart! Teething is sooooo the pits! We're going through it here; our twenty-year-old is cutting his wisdom teeth. Poor guy, he's been in a lot of consistent pain, and we suffer with him. That's what family is about.
Galatians 6:9, incidentally, is a VERY apt reminder for all of us.
Hi, Tanya,
It's tough being a mum, but long term the rewards are great...even at 23 my youngest still loves her mummy cuddles...you're doing a fantastic job...
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