The days are so long and hot. I am cranky and tired and wanting nothing more than time away, alone, to breathe.
My children, specifically Creighton, were created to be born to a mother who is a firm believer in Attachment Parenting. I, however, although am their mother, was NOT created to be that way. I don't think anything is necessarily wrong with that philosophy, but it just isn't for me. Maybe I am too selfish, I don't know. But it is not for me (as a whole). I just can't do it.
I have screamed--like not just raising my voice...but seriously, my-throat-hurts-from-it-scream. I don't know that the two of them could possibly make me more mad. You know what they want. Me! Why?! I don't know. I wouldn't want a mom who has no self-control, loses her temper and goes into screaming fits...but they do. They want me. They want me to hold them. She wants me to nurse her CONSTANTLY. They want me. All of me. More of me than I have to give. I am spent. Spent more than I can even express.
I try so hard. Yet, nothing. I am hopeless. Last night I finished my 90 Day study in 90 days. I spent some quality time with Jesus every single day for 90 days. It's been a long time since I have been that faithful. I expected to be so much more like Jesus. But you know what, I haven't looked so UN-like Him in a long time. It was a pride thing I think. To check it off the list. To get to the end of the 90 days IN 90 Days so I could say "I did this..." Well I did it and I haven't ever had a more ugly heart. That makes me sick.
My spirit is broken. (as well as my knuckles as I just beat the crud out of my door with my fist today...yes, really, I was that mad...and that out of control.) Thankfully I had the sanity of mind to walk away from my children and not beat them...although I certainly wanted to at the moment.
I love them. I do. With all that I am. But my all right now is just not enough. My house is clean, all the laundry is done and even put away, their rooms are spotless, the toy bins are organized...and on and on. But I want my old self back. The one where my house is a disaster and I have laundry up to my ceiling, and dishes as high in the sink, but that I SHOW my husband and children with voice, tone, words, and actions that I love them.
Who is this monster...? I don't want to be this person. I hate this part of me. Oh, how I hate it!
Lord Jesus, help me, as you are now. I know you are with me. I know you are here and that you are showing me that I can't be good enough, I can't do it all by myself, although I try and pretend to. I need you. I need you badly, in every way! I suck at this parenting thing, this wife thing, this earth thing. Lord, back in the depths of my heart and soul I long to be with you right now, forever, and I know that if you called me home right now, that you would welcome me, but Lord, I want to come to you with a clean heart, a pure heart, without all this yucky. Thank you for bringing me to my knees. Thank you for being patient with me when I haven't an ounce of patience within me. Thank you for loving me when I am so unloving. I deserve death, but you have given me life. Thank you sweet Jesus. Thank you. Lord, forgive me for my actions, my words, my thoughts, my tone, my heart, my sin that abounded from every inch of my body. Lord, thank you for your healing and your words to my heart as I sit with you. Thank you for longing for me, when I longed to be prideful. Lord help me not be prideful. Lord, thank you for the humility in this. Continue to humble me and break me, and make me more like you. Lord, even when I have to learn the hard way. Lord, please let my babies not remember their mommy like this. Lord help them to know a Mommy who loves them and cares for them more than words (like you do for us). Lord, help me. I have to have you or I will.not.make.it. Please. Give me grace and mercy.
Thank you Lord. Thank you friends.
4 comments:
Oh goodness girl. You were speaking about me in that post. I think we ALL have these feelings and these days. You are definitely not alone. Today I don't feel good and Bubbie is being so disobedient. I'm sure I could have chosen to do other things, but I popped him every time he disobeyed. I am so tired of him disobeying me and on top of me being sick... I couldn't handle it. I will be praying for you... I am always so impressed with your honesty. I don't know if I'd have the guts to write what you wrote...even though I've been there a thousand times. Bless you!
You are not the worst mom in the world! You are a great mom and every mom has a day like yours where they just need to get away by themselves for a little bit. I will pray for that you have a better day...or evening for that matter.
Oh dear! I was there yesterday and half of today! Please, don't ever think you are the only mom to feel like the worst mom ever. There are plenty of days that I am so tired and overwhelmed that I cannot grasp why my children want so much of me. But they are little and they need me, it's that plain and simple. Other days I am fine with their need (demands) for attention, but there are some days I just can't take it. And I feel so selfish, cranky and just plain mean. Those are the days that I also just have to completely turn it over to the Lord and He comforts me and helps me turn it around. I pray that tomorrow brings you peace and the confidence that you are a good mom, who just has off days! Hang in there! Oh, yeah, and they won't remember these moments...they will pale in comparison to all the great things you do for them.
Courtney I have been praying for you today. I think we never thought parenting could be so maddening, but it is! We have ourselves to deal with as well as training these little darlings. After a few years of parenting I am finding that the enemy wants to destroy us and our loved ones. I know he almost has in my life. I have to constantly tell satan to flee and speak the name of Jesus. God loves you so much and He wants you to know that. I know I have to be reminded often. I love you girl.
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