There are nights when I stumble out of the kids room after putting them to bed and I just can't wait to fall on the couch and not do anything for five minutes. It's such a relief to be done with the marathon that is my day. In hindsight, I don't really like that feeling, but in the thick of things, sometimes I feel like can only hold on for a few more seconds.
There are plenty of days where I lose my patience. I yell. I punish. I ignore. I'm not a good mom every single second of every single day. I'd never try and tell you I am. My kids are perfect either. They fight. They taunt. The say unkind things to me and to each other.
But the sun rises on each new morning. We start each day over. No matter what happened the day before, we all have a clean slate with each sun rise. I get hugs and kisses. Little arms ask to be held and helped with dressing. Siblings get bowls and pour milk for each other. Someone finds another's shoes. "Bubby! You forgot your backpack!!" yells one as he comes running out of the house after his brother.
This is the real relief. The knowledge that the loud voices, and mean words from all of us are not carried over into the next day. Tempers flare and the fade and as a new day begins we all remember that love, and family, are what it's all about.
This post is a part of the Five Minute Friday challenge. Today's prompt is "relief."
1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
then absolutely, no ifs, ands or buts about it, you need to visit the
person who linked up before you; encourage them in their comments.
Seriously. That is, like, the rule. And the fun. And the heart of this