Today was a hard day.
Honestly, it was one of the most difficult parenting days I’ve had in a long time. If you are a mom, you know what this day felt like. I woke up at 5 AM with a cranky toddler. I spent the morning mediating tantrums, downing a pot of coffee, cleaning up messes, and generally being terrorized by a 2 year old. My time was spent dreaming of the glorious nap I was going to sneak in when Randsoms own nap time came around… only to have him skip that nap, because falling asleep in the car for 5 minutes apparently rejuvenates him completely.
Today I was a bad mom.
I confess that Randsom watched a few too many episodes to Curious George, ate a bunch of unnecessary snacks, and hardly played outside even though the weather was perfect for being outdoors. I was impatient, snappy, and became illogically resentful when Randsom wouldn’t nap. I was selfish and wanted “me” time away from all my mommy responsibilities.
Today I was reminded how lucky I am to have hard days.
I am constantly remembering the heartbreak and uncertainty that my family and I faced during my pregnancy and delivery with Randsom. God poured out His mercy and love over both Randsom and I, and He has never stopped. God has blessed me with the privilege of parenting and raising up His child, and even though I do a crappy job most days, God continues to pour His mercy over me. I had doctors tell me that my son was going to die; but today I got to struggle through ordinary parenting struggles just like every other parent.
What an absolute gift to have my son here to wake me up early, throw tantrums, and terrorize me with in terrible two antics.
I am blessed.