We both assumed kids in school would mean rest.
I thought it would mean easy.
God, apparently, had other plans. It’s not easy. And tho there is some rest, it’s not what we thought.
Some nights are ridiculously hard. However difficult, God seems to sweep into our mess and make something beautiful out of what feels so sloppy to me. I don’t claim to understand it or get it. I just know He is bigger than my junk.
Raising kids isn’t for the faint at heart. We pray, we question, we doubt, we encourage, we cry out, we breathe deeply and we try all over again. We fail. We scrape our knees. We bump out heads. Yet, we get back up and try all over again. Because that is what parents do.
Who knew giving birth all those years ago would turn into life lessons for us and not just our babies?
For those of you that still have little ones, I know it’s hard, but breathe in the days where they are physically exhausting and not emotionally exhausting. Sit with them. Forget the laundry and the dishes. Breathe in your child. Enjoy them. And remember, one day you will blink and they’ll be teenagers.
You can call me then! I have a big shoulder to cry on!
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