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This week was a rough week for me. I must admit that reading other mom's blogs sometimes frustrates me. I love my children so much and yet there are days that are so difficult. I have always been honest about the hard days as well as the joyful moments. But I feel so guilty after reading other blogs of moms who portray their everyday as simple, joyful and wonderful--always. I know it's not reality. But it is still hard. And it makes me feel like I fall short.
There were many moments this week that were wonderful, of course. There are always moments that I am thankful for. The Lord brings them in strong, like a wave that I can feel rushing over me. And then, of course, there were moments when the kids were screaming, the dog was pooping on the floor, binky's were getting eaten by the same dog, the house was a mess, my husband was grouchy, my body was achy and things were just plain messy.
And that is ok too.
It's all ok, because it is what it is.
I hope when you all come here, you understand that you're doing great. We all have those days. And I am having them too. You can love your kids and feel frustrated with them at the same time. The two can go hand in hand and there is no shame in that!
One of my favorite moments this week came yesterday. I have been longing so much for Daniel to just look at me and say that I look pretty. He often does, but this week I could feel myself needing his attention and affection more. Yesterday was such a good day. I wasn't feeling well and we had to go to a meeting at church. It was nice just to spend a little time together. After our meeting we took the kids out to my parents house. They played on the farm and enjoyed just being outside. Daniel went and spent time with Jake and I sat and talked to my mom. I love evenings on the farm, just talking and spending time together. Every now and then, Daniel would emerge from what he was doing just to hug or kiss me. He purposed to show me attention and I purposed to appreciate it.
Many times he kisses me, hugs me, or compliments me and I'm far too busy to appreciate that moment with him. This was much different for me, though. I was thankful for him taking the time to love me. He told me how nice it was to kiss me and that I looked beautiful. He held my hand and laughed with me. I love that connection with him because in the shuffle of the madness, it sometimes gets lost. I want to make it a point to always center ourselves around our Lord and each other to make sure we are being the best we can be for our kids. These moments with him were momentous in my mind and I will cherish them for days to come...