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Last Halloween (please, no one freak out . . . ) I threw a blanket over my shoulders in a capelike fashion and made a sign for my shirt that read "Super Mom". I got a lot of laughs, particularly since I have five children, all age eight and younger, following me. I think I am a super mom. Most of the time. I'm generally organized, generally contented, generally happy and enthusiastic. I REALLY like it when my mental and emotional condition (and physical one too) allows me to accomplish great things in a day. I like ticking off the checklist for housework and homeschooling. I love doing it with a spring in my step and a smile in my face. I go to bed those nights very pleased with myself and sure that this whole stay-at-home Mom gig is not that hard, nor that stressful. But then there are the other days. The days that begin with a sinus headache, a sleepless night, cranky children, and a home that is more like a perpetual mess machine that saps every bit of patience and confidence from me. On those days, I have no choice, my Super Mom Super Powers are weak (perhaps a laundry pile over two feet tall is like Kryptonite?) so I do what I must. I pray. I call out to God with every breath that he sustain me, that he get me through the next spill, the next correction of a child, the next meal. It just occured to me this week that God is far more pleased with me on my bad days than my good. But how could this be since I accomplish so much on my good days, on my Super Mom days? Those bad days are pretty worthless. Except for my clinging to God part. Oh. Now I get it. If I have a good day, it is because God has given it to me. If I have joy, enthusiasm, energy, contentment and a spill-free day, it's because God has blessed me with it. If I have the worst day in my life, it's His Power that will sustain me. I am absolutely nothing without God in my life. This truth makes me humble, thankful and filled with praise. Super Mom? No. Super God! |
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Posted by Anonymous