I don’t know about you but I’m tired. I don’t know where my sit-at-home, do nothing days went. I can’t seem to get a chance to stay home these last few weeks. I’m glad I enjoyed the days I didn’t have to wear makeup, because I’ve been putting it on first thing every morning lately. I mean, no one wants to see this face without makeup on it. Remember what they said about the barn needing to be painted, well barn meet paint!
Ok, let’s be serious for a moment. I need to be honest. Do you mind?
Being a parent is hard. And it’s ugly. And it’s not fun. I know I’ve given advice that goes something like “the days are long but the years are fast.” I know exactly what that means, I was the mother of 3, 3 yrs and under. And now I have a 16 yr old and two 12 yr olds. The years go fast. But, oh man the days. They are slow. And hard, and ugly, and not fun.
The decisions that we made when the kids were babies, like whether we let them cry it out, taking the pacifier away, potty training (or in my case, the lack of), and the like are tough. They are key decisions that make an impact on their childhood and your parenting.
But just wait til 16 happens. Now I get to make decisions about grounding, dating, and driving. And can I just tell you that the eye roll and the mumbling under the breath is so much worse than the mad cries of a baby?
Now, I do love the teenage years. The laughs we have together are really great. The days are just slow. Very slow.
I would love to end this with an encouraging word but all I have is Count it all joy when you face trials of many kinds. James 1:2 . Which if you think about it, seems a lot like its rough now, but things will be good in the end. And isn’t that what we know? Well, God’s got this. We’re going to be ok.
(Bedtime has been moved up to 7:00 though)! Just kidding, but I wish i wasn’t.