This is how I like to think of myself as a mother. 
The truth is, today I am more like this.
Oh I know these are my little blessings. I, of all people, know that every day with them is blessing. And I know that they will all be grown up and out of the house one day and I will be sitting staring at my clean house wishing I had dishes to do or toys to pick up.
While all those things might be true, they sure don’t make these challenging moments easier to conquer.
The last couple weeks a kid here and there had cold/flu symptoms. Nothing major. Yesterday I got a call that one was sick at school. Then they started dropping like flies. The past 36 hours have been filled with taking temps, medicating fevers, snotty noses and diarrhea.
Sick kids. Sleepless nights. These are the things newspaper headlines are made of.
The cold, hard truth about motherhood is this: sometimes it sucks.
Why else would the bible say for the experienced moms to teach the younger ones to love their kids (Titus 2:4)? Because sometimes we don’t want to love them. Sometimes they are hard to love.
Today I:
- am dealing with a teenager resisting authority
- realized my tween has no clean clothes because they are piled behind the bathroom door
- found all the clean clothes I gave the preschooler and first grader to put away on their floor…scattered
- was bombarded by the incessant whining of sick people, especially the 2 year-old who is only satisfied to by whining and following me around the house simultaneously
Today I would like to turn in my resignation. I have been pulled and stretched as far as I can go. I want to quit, but I can’t.
So here I am, sitting on the couch beside a disease harboring child, blogging. I don’t have any Ah-a moments to share. I don’t have any epiphanies of wisdom to impart. I just have this, my confession, sometimes motherhood sucks.
