One of those days


I called my sister Denise last week and the sounds of one of my adorable nephews made our conversation brief. Two year old Josiah was wailing, the agony so loud you would have thought his arm was being amputated without anesthesia.

“Wow,” I thought to myself as I hung up the phone. “Am I glad those days are over!” A twinge of pity and relief waft over me as I went along my merry way.

No sooner had I taken that trip down Memory Lane when I found myself metaphorically speaking, driving down that
once familiar road. Only I wasn’t with a toddler but with my orange haired, freckle-faced nearly 13 year old OS. At the end of the day, as I tucked Isaac into bed, I was glad the day was over. Tears streamed down my face as I prayed over my boy. I was as weary as I was when he was a feisty toddler.

I’m not complaining, it’s just I guess I was a little surprised to have one of “those” days. I can never give up on raising my OS, even on days when I feel like a failure. I must be resolute in all things. Despite the drama of the day, I was grateful because I recognized that we still have more work to do in the lives of our OS. Soon I will be the mama of three teenage sons. The job of mother gets easier on some level but more difficult on others.

I don’t really consider myself a very strong person, physically or mentally but this I know with all my heart. I will never give up on this job. On the days where there is boy drama (and there is boy drama) or bad grades or poor choices, I know where my strength comes from.

Psalm 28:7

The LORD is my strength and my shield;
my heart trusts in him, and I am helped.
My heart leaps for joy
and I will give thanks to him in song.

3 thoughts on “One of those days

  1. My third son is like having three sons in one. I think God knew what He was doing when He placed my children in the birth-order thing. Each was perfectly placed for both their development…and my sanity. Even though it is sad to only have one guy left at home, God knew this one would need some extra attention!

  2. I spent the weekend with three girls – all bffs – one being my Sara. Boy was there girl drama! They are all pre-hormonal too! I was the one ready to cry by the time I had the THIRD talk with them about being sensitive to each other feelings, blah, blah, blah…. Shaping and molding the character of an almost-teenager is as taxing as those toddler years! New level = new challenges, that's all. It is nice to know that others are in the same boat and can understand our moments of weariness. Love you bunches!

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