Wednesday, September 17, 2014
It was the best of days, it was the worst of days.
5:30 a.m. arrived. She put her feet on the floor, and rubbed her eyes. Yes, five days in, the headache was STILL there.
She knew if she didn't get moving, the kids would get ahead of her, and she'd be dragging behind them kind of like the owner of a too-large dog, that is being taken for a ride by something that she thinks that she is in charge of.
The five minute shower that has become her hallmark occurred without incident.
Breakfast got made and laid out.
Then they started to come.
One by each, they arrived hungry and insistent.
Over half of them wanted something other than what had been prepared.
None of them wanted to get dressed.
None of them wanted to get ready for school.
Here we go again....
Yesterday had been rough. The raspberries that somehow made their way to being spread like jam all over the front hall were still fresh in her mind, as she considered the contents of the oatmeal bowl that were now splattered across the kitchen floor.
Today wasn't looking much better. To boot, it was still so early, and so much of the day was ahead of them. Sigh. It was enough to make a body tired.
Fortunately, she knew a few things:
1) Nothing lasts forever
2) Hard work pays off
So she put on her big girl panties, and made a decision.
That she wasn't willing to give up what she wanted most, for what she wanted right now.
What she wanted right now, was more sleep, and an uninterrupted bath. If we were really shooting for the moon, there would be a book involved, that was being read for nothing more than pleasure.
But what she wanted most, was children who understood that life is not all about them, that they need a strong work ethic to succeed, and that they learn to be good representatives of the God that set the example for them.
They spent a lot of time in the corner that morning.
They complained a lot about mom cracking the whip.
But they buckled down and eventually did what they were supposed to.
One sibling said to another, don't worry about unloading the dishwasher. I'll do it for you.
And then a little girl arrives with a piece of artwork, and the words "Mommy, I made this for you, because I love you so much."
And for that moment, it had all been worth it.