February 25, 2018

This past week was my very own rendition of Groundhog’s Day. Every. Single. Day. It was awful. My children had just lost their minds, (in the words of Stanley Hudson). But more than that, I have felt so utterly defeated by bedtime. It’s so hard when something that works for one doesn’t work for the other two. And when all three act up at once it’s chaos. I went to bed each night praying for patience, praying for my small ones, for help. I’m still praying for those things. These littles are so very different in personalities. I need the strength to love each one how they are meant to be. The alone time with my oldest. The acts of service for my middle. And all the cuddles for the babe. So many different ways to be loved all from one mama. Am I alone or are there other mama’s who feel the pull in every direction? And what’s left over at the end of the day?


Blessings, a new friend and neighbor. I feel like I’ve known her ever so much longer than the past couple of weeks. I’m also thankful for the kindness she’s shown my little ones, and the grace she showed me over the past week. I’m thankful for neighbors to parent with and those to drink and laugh with!


Here’s to hoping that our next week goes a little smoother. That babes sleep well, mind their manners, speak with kindness, and their imaginations soar. Here’s to hoping that I love harder, practice patience, and pray more diligently.