Last night when I realized I couldn't "get myself together" over the injustice that is public school first grade homework, I ran away to my room to fold laundry.
I folded and cried and wiped my eyes for what seemed like an hour but probably wasn't.
Then I realized I had makeup all over my face so I had to fix that. When I pulled the hot washcloth off my face, I looked into the mirror and flashed back to see my mother's swollen red eyes looking back at me.
I think about all the times she cried for her three children and all the times I probably don't even know about. As mothers we cry when our babies are hurt and we can't fix it; we cry when our kids are faced with tough choices that we can't make for them; we cry when they disappoint us; most of all, we cry because in all situations we just love them so much and want only the best for them.
There is a lot of humbling that comes with becoming a mother and a lot of realizing that we never valued {and never can value} our mothers enough.
This morning's results of last night's uglier-than-ugly cry are not good. My eyes are swollen and they actually hurt.
Once again I had to hear my son tearfully protest from the back-seat, "Mommy, I don't want to go to school."
But I am thankful for all the ways, just this morning, I have been reminded of my blessings.
We listen to HIS Radio in the car most mornings and bless them, they saved me from self this morning. They are doing a project called The Blessings Project and reading excerpts of these "needs" on the air. I was instantly humbled and grateful to remember all that I have in comparison to the lack that many have.
And then I got home to lots of wonderful encouragement through Facebook from other moms who are struggling {and seeing their kids struggle} with ridiculous Common Core homework and classwork at school.
One of them even sent this, which was great and brought laughter to me so I hope it will for you too!
Enjoy!
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