I used to judge mothers whom I'd overhear mentioning they could use a break from their kids.
"How can they say that?" I'd think. "Being a mother - the world to one or more souls, their everything - what a gift! What an honor! Yes, it's work, but shame on them for wanting a break."
What a bitch.
I now find myself up to my ears in running a home, working JUST enough to squeak by with health insurance, and parenting an energetic three-year-old. Alone. I don't get to go out with friends for an occasional drink or movie (at least, not without some planning ahead). I don't get to just run a few short errands while Blake's napping on weekends as my husband mows the grass (thank the good Lord that I don't have to mow too!).
I had a hard night last night, talking to big Blake and praying and crying and not being able to sleep, so it just lasted longer than it probably should have. While little Blake and I are doing well and generally happy, I am also lonely and tired and frazzled by everything I have to do in a day. I barely have time to eat ice cream, which I love, so it's no wonder that I rarely find time to exercise, which I do not like...because I'm so busy doing everything else that MUST be done - and the list is endless and I won't bore you with it.
So I called my mother tonight to ask her if she could find time to take Blake for a few days. "Mom, I need a break," I sniffled. "I'm lonely and tired, and he's entering a whiny phase that's unbearable, and we're just squabbling constantly. Can you please help?"
Mom was, naturally, eager to accommodate and bless me, which blesses me all the more. I, however, had to keep from hating myself as soon as the words "I need a break," left my mouth. Ah, the perils of being quick to judge and slow in compassion. My hypocrisy knows no bounds.
I love my little buddy so much that I'm willing to send him away from me, so that I can love him BETTER, and discipline him more WISELY, and give myself the much-needed respite that is so hard to admit that I need. I'm going to putter around the house and hopefully knock out a few mini-projects, review my copy of Don't Make Me Count to Three (my favorite parenting book for this age BAR NONE), and hopefully get more rest (by going to bed early, not sleeping in - that ability has been destroyed beyond repair!). And maybe a puzzle. I would love to do a puzzle that has all the pieces. Or scrapbook. Or go on a hike.
I'm also going to try to admit my weakness more to myself. What I am doing is hard. While I think that I'm doing a good job (it's only by the grace of God), I'm also painfully aware of many of the areas in which I fall woefully short. If you think of me in your prayers, please pray for wisdom, courage, and strength, and for grace to remain single for this time...then more grace for the day a fellow comes along that's worth a second look (I have no illusions that a husband will make all my troubles disappear - if anything, I'll just have a bunch of different things to work through...sharing the garage and closet, for example.).
Also, you Bozeman friends...I'm going to have a bit more freedom from Monday to Thursday this next week. Can I come hang out with you?
Addie, I will be in Africa, but go out and have some fun with the girls! I love you and I am proud of who you are as a momma. I know I have made judgements on the things people do, but once we go through it, God opens our eyes:) God's grace is sufficient for you each day.
You amaze me. I don't know how you have done all you have done. I've said "I need a break" a fair number of times and I have only been at this a year, and I have Ben who is there to give me the break I need.
I saw your sister Lane when I was out to lunch the other day. (She looks fab, btw). Anyways, I said to my boss (who I was at lunch with), that our waitress's sister is one of the people I most admire in this world. And then I thought "have I told Addie herself?"
Love you! Enjoy those days to rest up and have some fun. And of course, to take a break. :)
Like you, I could never have imagined needing a break--or more, admitting that I WANTED one. But now, I know better. On Monday, I couldn't get a real break, so I took my SCREAMING chldren in the stroller and cranked up the iPod. Give me a break :) That didn't cut it.
Good for you for asking your sweet mother for help. I wish I could spend time with you next week, but I'll be gone. When we are all back in town though, we'd love to take Blake some afternoon or evening. and--we'll be praying
well, i will be here next week! would love to hang out and have some girl time or you could over to dinner or something. love you lots-n
I'm back in town and would love to catch up with you so give me a call. I'm a bit delerious from jet lag at the moment but will hopefully be in my right mind by then to hang out.
Post a Comment