Today I was trying to get my kids dressed and out the door so that I could walk Patrick and his friends to school. For the 30 minutes we were trying to get ready, Jessie was screaming (the mom put me down and I'm going to be alone forever scream), David was following me everywhere whinning about shoes, socks and coats, and Patrick was upset because he was having a hard time with his homework. Then I finally found out that Jessie was screaming because she was poopy and had a sore bum. So I'm changing a diaper, telling Auretta how to help David get ready and trying to explain to Patrick how to write 1-20. I say telling but to be honest, which we all know that I am, I was yelling. I was yelling at David to be patient, Patrick to guess, and yes even Jessie. I'm not proud of that moment but to explain the rest of this post you need the real picture. Every one is crying, yelling and frustrated except Auretta. Bless her heart for picking that moment to be the sane one.
But as all things, that too did pass. Jessie was changed, David was ready and Patrick finished and got a hug with a kind word of love from his crazy mom. We finally left the house ready to walk with some peace restored.
I thought about the situation as we walked in the beautiful afternoon air. How poor Jessie was in pain and couldn't do anything about it except cry. I thought about how she needed love and a mom who would hold her. I thought about David who needed a mom to sit with him and help him get ready with a laugh and a tickle. I thought about Auretta and how she deserved a little praise for her composure. I thought about Patrick and how he needed a mom to sit beside him and encourage and support him in his learning. And then the whispers came. "You had them too close together." "If you only had 2 or 3 kids in 6 years you could love all of them."
That's when I caught it. I looked to the other shoulder for support. The support came. It always does. And I heard, "I gave you 4 children in 5 years because I have a plan. Don't worry about knowing the whole plan. You'll be fine. They'll be fine. Trust me." So I will, I will trust in the Lord.
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that was a beautiful story! The lord does have a plan and im glad you listened to the other shoulder. love ya and press on! and I think you are a great mom even after that story
Amen.
You had me bawling my eyes out. Maggie you are the perfect mom for your children. I am glad you listened to the still small voice. Don't you love that Heavenly Father sees our potential better then we do! Wishing we were closer.
you're amazing. No matter what you go through...you're amazing to me.
Maggie.... you wrote exactly what I needed to hear. What was I thinking having 3 children under the age of 3 in 4 years! Thank you for reminding me that being a mother and having these beautiful children of God is a blessing. Heavenly Father sure knows what he's doing, I guess we just need to have faith. Besides, knowing that he'll never give us something we can't handle is a wonderful tool! xxxooo