It’s Friday, and five minutes is about all I have these days so I thought I’d join the Gypsy Mama and write with all I’ve got in the time I’ve got. Jump on over there and join us! One-handed typing is welcome. Can you tell?
Today’s topic? Enough. Here goes:
Sometimes I feel I’m drowning in a sea of dirty diapers, the scent of spit up hanging heavy in the air. I feed, burp, change….repeat. I wash the dishes, clean the counters and sometimes even cook the dinner. I close doors to rooms that I just can’t seem to clean and leave laundry half folded in piles throughout the house.
I play in spurts with kids who are learning to wait while others’ needs are met before their own. I cuddle one baby while the other cries then switch it up while the symphony of tears continues.
It is exhausting.
There, I said it.
But, it’s also beautiful though my bleary eyes are often blinded to the blessings. Sleepily, I stumble from one thing to the next, gathering grace like manna for each mundane moment of this mothering thing. It’s sufficient, you know. His grace. Enough for the moment and for this mother. I find it in quiet moments with half-drunk cups of coffee and, even more so, in quiet conversations with good friends. I pick it up each time I open the worn red Bible I received on the very first Mother’s Day someone could call me “Mom.”