There are days when I think I’ve pretty much got this mothering thing figured out.
I’m up and energetic, playing trains with Adlai on the floor, making homemade bread, looking put-together in jeans with no stains and full makeup on. There’s food in the fridge, laundry on the line, and dinner in the oven.
Then there are days like today.
And, if I’m honest, weeks like this week.
Our cupboards are bare. Our carpet is covered in crumbs. Our laundry baskets are overflowing. And my patience is at an end.
On Wednesday, I took a train journey with Adlai to be fingerprinted as part of the next phase of my application to remain in the UK. It started out fine. The sun was shining, I was taking pictures of Adlai being cute and waving at the trains, and riding in a big seat like a big boy.
But then we had to queue for half an hour, and he was losing it, and I was losing it. And I bought him McDonald’s for the second day in a row to keep him happy for a few more minutes. And then he pooed through his pants. And I had to buy him an emergency outfit in Marks & Spencer because I didn’t pack any extra clothes, and wrestle him down on the changing table in a handicapped bathroom, and he was crying, and I was crying, and I spoke harshly to him, though it wasn’t his fault.
And then there was today, when we came home from the park and he was hanging onto my leg and I was distracted, looking at the mail, and he fell over and bumped his head on a chair. And only five minutes later, I was making him a scrambled egg when he fell over again, in the kitchen, this time on the hard slate floor. And I felt so frustrated, because it was all because he was climbing on a box I had told him not to climb on – a box I should have already taken out to the recycling bin.
There are other days, too. Ones when I spend too much time looking at my phone, or the TV, or the computer. Ones when I am impatient and easily angered. Ones when I feel resentful and sorry for myself for howhardIamworkingandnobodyevennotices.
I do not have this mothering thing figured out.
It’s on these days like today, in these weeks like this week, that I am so grateful for Amazing Grace.
And that I realize just how much I need my Father to change me; to make me the mother, the wife, the woman I want to be.
The one He made me to be.