Things have been a bit chaotic at home for me. The kids have enjoyed the time at home together. My husband has kept a fairly standard routine. School work has been tackled between our house and grandma’s. The dog has played hard. I, on the other hand, am fortunate to know what day it is.
The things I would normally accomplish while children are in school have been split between school work and snack requests. I have tackled most of my duties while breaking up sibling fights and pleas for more screen time or water balloons. It has been challenging.
It has been easy to find myself feeling overwhelmed or exhausted. This is not like Summer vacation. This is a time of an unexpected change in plans that has been met with the same demanding need of schedule and assignment completion. I am sure that if I look hard enough I can even find times where I have felt sorry for myself.
Then, the magic happens. Our boys both lose teeth on the same day. They awake with excitement. Siblings share and giggle. Family lovingly reminds each other to wash their hands, so that they don’t get sick. There is more time outside in the sunshine. My husband takes the children fishing. There are more hugs and more time to talk. People are helping each other.
There are also tragedies that put things in perspective. Someone I know loses a beloved family member and the funeral has to follow the requirements of social distancing. People are dying alone in hospitals from a virus that our country is trying to contain. Young providers are writing their wills. People are fighting over supplies.
There is sadness that reminds us how good we truly have it. Women are worried about giving birth alone. People are afraid of getting sick or not being able to pay their bills. The mentally ill are fighting battles in isolation. It is a hard time.
As I write this, the dog is tugging at my sleeve in her attempt to start a tug-of-war. The boys are screaming at the top of their lungs while they play Roblox. My husband is snoring. I have a very long to-do list. It is not even 8:30am. Guess what? I am grateful. I don’t need to know what day it is. I have no where else to be. THIS is a day that the Lord has made, y’all.
My chaos is chosen. I am living in a home with a group of people I absolutely signed up for. My attitude about it is also optional. I choose gratitude and joy. The frustrations will happen. The inconveniences are a part of motherhood. The network of helping hands is great.
I do not pretend to be singing joyful songs as birds land on my fingers. I do not have this thing mastered. I do not have a constant smile and perfectly sweet mommy voice. This is real life. I just choose not to be beat by this or to fall victim to the tempting, open arms of self-pity.
Mama, I pray you find moments of joy and gratitude. I hope that among the exhaustion and chaos you are met with grace and compassion. I want you to give yourself a little grace. I hope that you remember to pray for everyone impacted by this virus and I hope you never miss the opportunity to praise God and find your silver lining. I love you and I am with you in the trenches. I am praying for you and I count myself lucky to have you on my team! Stay well, mamas.
Therefore, since we receive a kingdom which cannot be shaken, let us show gratitude, by which we may offer to God an acceptable service with reverence and awe