I was sitting outside recently enjoying such an amazing summer breeze watching Vi ride her scooter, while I sat on the front lawn playing with Gi on the grass.
Why can’t every day be like this?
It had been a great day! Everything was clean, we had dinner early because of the crock pot (which I absolutely love), so we had plenty of time to just hang outside and enjoy the sunset. Even better, Gi did not have any appointments that day – things were simple.
I went to bed feeling accomplished. It was a great day, so by default I felt like a great mom. As I rested my head on my pillow that night, enjoying the rare silence, it dawned on me that tomorrow would most likely NOT be like today. In that very moment, I robbed myself of the joy that could have been found in tomorrow.
Simple days are rare in our family. Rare like seeing a unicorn tap dancing.
And you know what, I was right. The following day was crazy! I forgot to thaw out food for dinner, Gi had appointments and Vi had attitudes (I pluralize “attitude” because she has so many kinds).
But as I think a little deeper, I realize that living on a mountain top isn’t really the goal. It sounds amazing, because who wouldn’t want safety, normalcy, and a simple kind of life? I quickly want to say “I want that!!”, but I know better.
I know better because I have come to realize that the only times that I have ever discovered strength, grit, tenacity, and perspective were in the midst of a valley, a blizzard in life. .
Mountaintops and sweet summer nights are great, but they are meant to give us enough hope to know that the storms of life don’t last forever. It’s what we can hope for when we go through those rugged valleys in life. Valleys always feel terrible – there is just no way around them. However, they are meant to grow us and make us grateful for when we are on mountaintops. Victory becomes sweeter when we know the taste of defeat.
I wouldn’t be the person I am today if it weren’t for all the battle scars I carry on my heart. Those valleys have taught me everything – showed me everything. I have learned and I have grown. My biggest victories have come from the valley.
But most of all, they made Christ shine brighter in my life. His promises have been made real in my life. They are no longer clichés or some cute quote you put on a mug. They have become my life vest; the hope in which I clung/cling to.
I will rest my head today, knowing that every single day is a gift, regardless of how it’s unfolds. The constant reminder I have to share with myself is to know that my worth as a mom is NOT DETERMINED BY THE QAULITY OF DAY I HAVE . I just need to breathe and know that the seasons in motherhood are ever changing! Some days will feel like a laid back beach day, and others will feel like crawling through the trenches of war. But once again, life being seasonal. Summer nights may not last forever, but neither do blizzards.
To everything there is a season, A time for every purpose under heaven – Ecclesiastes 3:1