Some days I feel like I am failing as a mom….days like yesterday, when all the little things seem to be going wrong, when it all comes together to make one big stressful mess. When we are out of granola and the lettuce has gone bad and the garbage can is overflowing. When the kids are crazy and whiny and ungrateful, and I am yelling way more than I want to admit.
It’s those days that I am so happy when my husband walks through the door…and it’s those days that I stand ready, poised at the door with my purse and my keys, telling him I just need a break. Telling him that I have to leave this house right now, or I will legitimately go crazy.
And then there are days like today, when I wake up and decide that I have to have a better day than yesterday. When I am determined to make it smoother and happier, when I insist that our homeschooling will work and the kids will be cheerful and I will be a happy mom.
Days like today, when I hear the girls wake up far too early (time change, I have some words for you) and I brace myself because I know I have to make things better. And I know that I have to make today better. And then the girls run out, excited to tell me about what they have done-and I walk into the bedroom to see that they have made my bed for me.
They made. My bed.
Without asking or prompting, without complaining or threatening, out of the sweetness of their hearts, the first thing they did when they walked into my room and found that my hubby and I were not in bed…was to do something nice for me. Because they see that I make the bed every day, and they wanted to help.
And that’s why I know today is going to be better, because I can look at that imperfectly made bed and know that at least I am not a total failure. If I have taught them nothing, I am teaching them to love and care for their family. I am teaching them to be kind to others. I can know that a million little things can make a day fall apart, but I can also be sure that one little thing will make this day better.