It has been one of those weeks where everything seems topsy turvy. You know those weeks?
When you are single parenting because your spouse is traveling. My husband has been traveling frequently, and working long hours even when he is in Peru. Some days, it all just seems too hard.
When the kids seem to be out to get you. My children behaved so poorly at a playdate that I wanted the earth to shallow me. Instead I was hissing “Apologize! Now.” And “clean it up!” out of the corner of my mouth like some demented snake.
We are in the midst of potty training, and some days I think my only function is cleaning up messes.
In these moments it is easy to believe that this motherhood thing is not your thing. Maybe you are a complete fraud to think you have anything to offer other moms.
My grandmother sang this little song with us frequently, and loosely translated, the gist is this: “Count your blessings, count them one by one. Count them frequently. Count them one by one. Then you’ll know God never leaves you alone.”
This I know. There are tremendous riches and joy to be found everywhere. Even here in my home, where the crumbs seem to be cemented permanently to the corners and spiders abound (can we call them Halloween decorations?)
I know that potty training will click one day, probably when I have made peace with sending him to college in diapers.
As awful and cruel as children can be, sometimes, when they don’t know you’re watching, you spot them being so incredibly kind. “Come brother, I’ll help you,” I hear one whispering to the other in the early morning hours. They help each other get a favorite toy. “Where’s my brother?” they ask each other and then roll on the floor in fits of giggles.
For the month of November, I will count my blessings publicly, here on the vitalmommy.com. I will write my gratitude list daily, and share it with you.
I promise you it can fix almost anything.
Won’t you join me? 30 days of Gratitude starts Saturday.