Life as I know it.

It all started when my two year old came to me and and said "Mommy, scoop it dump it broke". Well for those of you that have a two year old and their favorite toy breaks beyond repair you know its only a matter of time before one of two things happens. They cry uncontrollably or the seek revenge. Well, my son deemed it best to seek revenge. That revenge was not so pretty. In my case it involved perfect timing for mommy to have to go to the bathroom and older brother watching him. Walking down the stairs after doing so.. I noticed it was quiet, too quiet! Yes, silence is quite frightening when it comes to children. All of a sudden I see that adorable little face, the face that looks at me as says "mommy chocolate milk." Looking at him, then at the floor I noticed little brown foot prints all the way to the kitchen. In the middle of the carpeted floor lay a perfect pile of Hershey syrup. With little dancing foot prints all through it. This was the day that I woke up ready to get some deep pre-spring cleaning done before my son's rummage sale for his medical expenses. Well needles to say that came to a halt when I know have to scrub rugs. Did I mention that my rug scrubber doesn't want to suck any more, well other than the hand attachment. I sat there in the middle of my living room scrubbing up tiny foot prints. Yes, angry but still embracing how little he still really is. Those little feet won't be in my house much longer, before I know it he will be off to college. In my momentary sentimental state, I remember that my scrubber sucks at sucking. Light carpet, cold weather, well if it stays wet for long it will get those nasty "dirty" marks on it which is really just from too much water exposure. So on top of scrubbing my carpet I blew dry the carpet to avoid those little marks. unconventional? Yes but did it work? Yes. It might sound as if I am complaining but in reality, I am not. I am simply writing this to let you know that when your house is a mess, Supper is burning in the oven as you struggle to get the tantruming 3 year old off the floor because she can't have a cookie. Your baby is screaming because he wants to nurse, the phone is ringing, the smoke detector decided to alert you supper was done, your six year old is crying because their homework is too hard and they want to watch their favorite TV show. You think, finally in 15 minutes my husband will be home and I can hide in the bathroom long enough to check facebook or text your friend back from last week. You get that phone call that he is going to be late because of traffic. That's when it happens you break, you snap, you slide down on your refrigerator crying.. Wondering what the heck am I doing? How the heck can these little 4 foot high humans cause so much stress, so much work in a matter of minutes, yet, I love them more than life itself? Well, remember when you are in those moments, those days.. it only lasts for a little while. God, chose you CHOSE YOU to be their mommy. Nothing can replace a mommy's touch or make a kiddo feel better. It's your kisses, your lap at night when they don't feel good, its your smile that they need. God put each one of us here for a reason and when the times get tough call on Him. Let them see you cry, pray, stand firm in the grip of His grace. Life isn't always pretty, It isn't always what you want it to be.. but it's your life, the life God gave you and the life He wants you to live out. Live it out beautifully, live it out bravely, live it out for Him.