Ryder decided he wanted blue hair. Some parents think that 6 years old is too young for hair color and I totally understand that train of thought. His dad and I decided that temporary color was ok and that we would prefer that he have funky-colored hair now versus when he is out looking for jobs one day.
The dye was purchased and I started as soon as we got home. Ryder was so excited. I was too until I realized just how messy this process was! There was dye everywhere. I had to scrub the bathroom A LOT.
I washed my hands about 100 times and could not believe just how blue my hands were from helping him wash the dye out. His desire for blue hair was all over the sink and bathtub. I wondered if we would ever be able to get it all cleaned up.
Fortunately, we did! Ryder’s hair looked great. He felt very cool. He is our child that really likes to fit in and this has always been a concern for me. I was glad that he was doing his own thing.
My desires can be just like blue hair dye. My own will and my own selfish wants can tend to bleed onto everything around me. If I am forcing my own desires into a situation, there is evidence that can be seen. When it is most severe, it can be felt.
When I align my desires with the will of God, I tend to have a much tidier sink. When I have acceptance, my hands are cleaner. When I have purity of heart and my actions are not self-serving, my bathtub is a lot less blue.
Mama, want things for yourself. Know that you can do so much outside of motherhood. Remember that rest is needed and perfectly acceptable. There is a fine line between self-care and self-centeredness.
I can be too tired to wash the dishes, but never too tired to help with homework. I can be too drained to argue over bedtime, but never too drained to tuck my child in. I can be too busy on a project to immediately stop what I am doing, but never too busy to hear about their day. I can be too sleepy to lay out clothes for the morning, but never too sleepy to spend time with God and the family He blessed me with.
I always aim to have a happy household. Some days I fall short in my part of that. I don’t know about you, Mama, but I prefer a home without the blues.
Behold, how good and how pleasant it is for brethren to dwell together in unity!