Sorry y’all for the previous post, and the sob story that danced off the tips of my fingers. When a mama gets her feelings hurt, look out! I thought I would feel better by putting my frustrations out there for the world to see. The highlight that I thought would make my day by pulling the mom card, lasted for only a moment, and for a moment I smiled a devilish smile of pure victory but even that was short lived.
It was not until I was directed to this blog and read this post that made me blow out the candle on my pity party. Many the miles, one foot in front of the other. That is how I will view the journey of raising a family from now on. I had a
mini complete melt down over one mother’s day out of eighteen mother’s day. Seventeen out of eighteen is pretty good!!
Today, I realized that the journey is only mine to have for a short while and if I give up, what does that say about me? What kind of mom would I be if I threw up my hands and quit? (Trust me, I considered it Sunday.) So here I am with renewed strength, ready to tackle the ever weary years of raising teenagers. I honestly do not ever think I will miss these days, but I also said the same thing about motherhood with three young children under the age of five, and how I do miss those days.
I am claiming this verse for this season of our lives….
Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up. Galatians 6:9