We were all walking the trail the other day, two of us pushing a stroller each with little one strapped in, two children walking and another one attempting to skate with his arms flailing about.
I tried not to look, because his movements made me nervous. My youngest was talking, talking, talking in between her moaning about the heat and her being tired. (Her patterned vocalizations were moan, observation, observation, loud groan and a whine, and any combination of the above.)
We were all tired, it was hot and I was not in the mood to focus on any kind of conversation. As much as she was moaning about the heat, I just wanted to transport myself back to the car. No breeze, 90-plus degrees and the air was thick at six in the evening.
I was dreaming of fall temperatures, a fan, sprinkler and a lounge chair while chomping on ice. She popped up with the question, “Mom, what is your favorite holiday?”
Without missing a beat, my daughter-in-law huffed out, “Monday through Friday during the school year.”
My daughter tilted her head and looked quizzically, “That’s not a holiday.”
I love them, but from the moment they wake up to the time they fall asleep at night they are a flurry of activity stuck in high gear. I’m feeling outnumbered!
I read in Ecclesiastes the other day that two are better than one. I think it was Chapter 4, Verse 9 or so. It was a daily verse I just happened to read at a low point.
Tell me something I don’t know! It felt like someone was mocking me, honestly. Then I had to remember that nothing is an accident. God does not make mistakes and I must keep my head up lest I drown. I can do this!
Pray for me, folks. Even with my oldest son stepping in occasionally, raising children is taxing at times and I hate for him to take time from his own children to help with his younger siblings, despite his assurances that he is willing to help.
What I do know is that I have to keep moving forward and leave the past behind or it will only come when I call upon it.
Philippians 3:13-14 says it like this: “Brothers, I don’t regard myself as yet having taken hold, but one thing I do. Forgetting the things which are behind and stretching forward to the things which are before, I press on toward the goal for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus.”
It’s OK, too, to stop and take a break once in a while and I have to allow myself that.