Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow
Yesterday and today have not been my finest moments as a mom.
I have raised my voice far too much.
I have spanked more in two days than I have in the last few months (to be fair, it could also be that my 2-year-old is really practicing that fun skill of "testing the limits").
I have been impatient.
I have been unforgiving.
I started to believe the lie that Satan keeps whispering in my ear...."You're a sucky sucky sucky mom."
Then, I looked at these little people tonight while they took their bath and remembered some other things.
I have given countless hugs and kisses.
I have snuggled and tickled.
I have read book after book after book (after book).
I have chased and been chased.
I have built and knocked down buildings and raced cars.
I have sung songs and colored pictures, and I have fixed and fed meals.
I've been an okay mom, too.
My children are so quick to forgive.
They see my frustration (Jack signs "I'm sorry" and requests a hug) in those moments, and two seconds later, their smiles return. They love me with a grace-filled love that is almost unrecognizable.
Why can't I be like that when things don't go my way or someone has hurt me? Why can't I forgive and forget as quickly as they do?
Most times I choose not to. Out of anger or irritation or hurt, I cling to my emotions with such fierceness.
I've just gotta let it go. Not just for me; for the little pairs of eyes watching my every move every single day. I don't want them to lose that pure love they are so filled to the brim with.
Tomorrow's a new day. If God sees fit to grant me a tomorrow, I'll do my best to make it a better one.