You know, the one with the screaming child, throwing a fit, whom everybody either:
a) looks at sympathetically (because they’re a parent themselves and they understand my pain)
b) pretends not to see (bless their hearts, they’re trying to pretend like it’s not as ear piercing as it really is) or
c) shakes their head at and mumbles under their breath "what a terrible mother, she can’t even control her own child" (because they’re either not a parent or were miraculously gifted with sinless children, perfect in every way and incapable of throwing a temper tantrum)
We’ve had a couple of other escapades before today that were somewhat similar, but this truly took the cake. Quite honestly, I couldn’t do much but lovingly pick her up (with the baby practically falling out of my other arm- I had no coin for a cart), insist that Mommy was going to get was she came for and she was coming with me (like it or not), and a couple of times, I just had to laugh. I couldn’t help it. Is that horrible?
She’s not the only one who’s been screaming a lot today (oh yes, the morning had it’s share of fun too- I’m thinking she must be overtired or something?). Caden also is apparently either in a lot of teething pain, or just really enjoying giving his vocal cords and my ear drums a good workout, because the noise level in this house today has been a bit, umm, incessant, shall we say.
Needless to say, I am struggling to accomplish much (except for one gorgeous hour in the late morning when my cherubs both slept/stayed in their rooms quietly for one. whole. hour. at the same time. thank you, Jesus.)
Please don’t get me wrong. I adore my children, absolutely, positively. They are immeasurable blessings and gifts from God. I consider my role as a stay-at-home-mom to be one of the highest callings imaginable, and one that I find great joy in every day.
There are just some days when the recognition of how incredibly weak I truly am, and how desperately I need God and His sustaining grace every second of the day washes over me like a flood. Today is one of them. I’m so thankful that He does not leave us to flounder in the sea of motherhood, practically drowning each time a wave threatens to engulf us. No, He is right there, in the storm, standing with me in the midst of the waves and the water, whispering gently, "peace, be still".
There is a contemporary Christian song by Scott Krippayne that came to mind today and I’ll leave you with the chorus:
Sometimes He calms the storm
With a whispered peace be still
He can settle any sea
But it doesn’t mean He will
Sometimes He holds us close
And lets the wind and waves go wild
Sometimes He calms the storm
And other times He calms His child
Side note: Unfortunately, I will not be announcing the winner of the naming contest today. I wish I was, but it’s been a harder decision than I thought that it would be, and my day has not lent itself to the time that I needed to be contemplative and make a final decision. I hope to post it by Tuesday or Wednesday, and I really apologize for the delay! Thanks for not throwing rotten tomatoes!