Really nothing in my life has stretched me (in more ways than one, haha!) than motherhood. I could cry at how hard it is sometimes, yet feel so full of joy over my children at others.
The past 2.5 years (yes, do the math, my oldest was born in December ’06) have been so challenging for me. I hope I could say I’m a better person now because of my children, but I’m not sure that’s always true. But the years have been good. God has been good.
The past several months, especially, motherhood has been a bit of a roller coaster ride, which is sort of an ironic metaphor considering the fact that I stay home and my days are somewhat monotonous.
It all gives new meaning and power to the popular verse, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness…For when I am weak, then I am strong.” (2 Cor. 12:9-10). I pray that nearly every day.
Wednesday was a day spent on top of the metaphorical roller coaster, as the three of us (Big Sis, Little Brother, and I) headed to the Children’s Museum early in the day. We stayed for nearly two hours (that’s a long time for us!), and Sis, her shy self at first, warmed up and then joyfully divided her time between playing in the “real” country kitchen, making me “coffee” and cookies and washing dishes, and going up the steps of the big red barn and zipping down the slide, laughing with delight (it was a FAST slide!).