Now seriously I don’t know why I would have said that. Enoch woke up in the middle of the night not feeling well. Evy had a “bug” this past weekend so we thought he just had what she had, but when our super silly, energetic little man is laying down, whiny, and falling asleep while watching cartoons – we’ve got a problem. Mike drove Evy to school and me to work and left Enoch with me while he went to a meeting. Enoch slept on the couch in my office underneath a beautiful prayer shawl as we waited for it to be time for his doctor’s appointment.
Did I get much work done today? Nope. I gave a valiant effort. Maybe. But it’s hard balancing Mommy with a demanding week of end of exams/graduation/preparing for next week’s mission to Harlem. I often wish I could give everything I have to my kids/Mike and everything I have to ministry. It’s somehow not just hard but feels next to impossible to equally divide my time. Some weeks, it’s a predominant Wesley week – hello the last couple weeks of school. And some weeks, it’s a catch up with the kids and enjoy not plugging in for awhile.
The thing that I loved about today – even in the midst of a crazy week where I’m not feeling like I’m getting much of anything done in the midst of feeling like I’m working all the time – was that I got to be Mommy. I got to be there for the doctor’s visit and not have to hear about it later. I got to be the one to get Enoch to take his Tylenol and get Evy to let her diaper be changed. Yes, she’s in rare 2 year old form. The 3 of us got to invade Mike’s space as he was watching the basketball game in our room and we all four had fun piling on the bed and being silly. It was a good day.
It wasn’t a perfect day. I didn’t get a darn thing done. It included doctor’s visits, antiobiotic and Tylenol all over us a couple times, cat poop on the floor, Evy stripping off her pj’s to wear a pair of shorts that she loves and saw as I was putting it in the washing machine, and now – everyone asleep. Mike and Enoch fell asleep watching the game. Who knows if coughing will begin again or if one of the kids will end up in our bed or if we’ll all sleep peacefully through the night.
I am thankul for the chance to be Mommy, Mommy, Mommy. As much as by the end of some long days as I’m finally sitting down and I hear the words “Mommy come here” I want to scream, I am thankful to be Mommy. I am mindful as facebook is blowing up with pictures of people’s mothers all over the place, that some people didn’t have the greatest mom’s. Some have also recently lost their mothers and I can’t even imagine that feeling or how much this time of the year may hurt. Some others may not be able to be biological mothers but they are mothers to dozens of us nonetheless. I know that has to be hard too.
I guess what I’m saying is that at the end of the day – Enoch and Evy have no facebook picture background to change. Praise God – they would probably love the most hideous of photos, my sweet angelic little rascals. But, I don’t want them to thank me, I want to thank them. I can’t imagine my life without their marks all over our walls, the stains all over my shirts, or the precious feeling when they actually do say I love you. I can’t imagine (actually sadly I probably could) what kind of insane workaholic I would be, if I didn’t have Mike and the kids to come home to.
So although in the sleepy hazy fog of tomorrow morning I may totally recant this entire thing (totally won’t happen), I find myself giving thanks for being Mommy. Watch now, they’re going to use it extra special tomorrow in all kinds of fun ways.