Somedays I wake up and
I am a complete mess.
I just can't get it together.
Breakfast is a disaster,
house is thrashed and
kids have declared battle against everything and everyone.
By ten I already feel like an utter failure
and I just want
to crawl under a rock and hide away
someone comes and cleans the house and
a peace treaty with the little people.
But it's not going to happen and
if I don't get a grip and get down to business,
chaos will continue and grow and
sense of failure will consume me.
And so I hit the bathroom,
the one place in the house I occasionally have
to myself (but not usually)
get a glimpse of my failed, worn and weary self
in the mirror.
"Hey," I say to self in mirror.
"Get a grip. You are not a failure."
Then maybe I splash a little water on my face.
"Seriously. It's okay."
By now there's a bit of light breaking through.
"Hey! You're a child of God.
You are freaking awesome!"
And it's true.
You too weary mama.
Lonely, worn out, ready to quit.
You are freaking awesome.
don't forget it.
*my daughter layla cringed when taking this picture. she rolled her eyes a lot. and my son josiah told me i should replace the awesome with dorky. i am freaking dorky. well, it's true. i am. but i don't care because even if i'm dorky i am still FREAKING AWESOME!*