I'm a mother.
And I'm stuck.
I am in place lacking balance and rhythm. Perhaps I have a case of the summer needs to end soon blues. Perhaps its the little guy's teeth-cutting that's stressing me out. Perhaps I'm grappling with the lack of control I have over certain situations surrounding me. Regardless, I know that through prayer, through Grace, I will be made whole again.
By the Grace of God, I will say yes more often to "Momma, can you pway wif me?"
By the Grace of God, I will hold each little boy a little bit longer before they doze off to sleep.
By the Grace of God, I will walk more slowly, glance around more intentionally, and appreciate more fully.
By the Grace of God, I will smile at my husband, hug and kiss him warmly when he returns instead of giving him the "I'm-throwing-in-the-towel-it's-your-turn" look.
By the Grace of God, I will inhale deeply and feel a pat on my back acknowledging that while I may not be perfect, I'm doing the best job I can.
These days are not easy, but indeed they are fleeting. By the Grace of God, I will be grateful for each one.
While "stuck" in a sense, I can't help but feel so very blessed, and I pray that I can use the instability I feel to grow in thanksgiving for the miracles God has loaned to me here on Earth.