The Wicked Witch of the West

Do you ever have those days, where your patience dwindles, and you feel like you are losing control of yourself?  Well I do.  I've been on a 3 day bender!  I feel like the Wicked Witch of the West!  My poor kids.  On days like these, I recognize that it is usually because I am sleep deprived.  No matter how hard I try to find my patience...I just can't get it!  I know when I feel this way, I just need to take a deep breath and appreciate what I have.  Instead of being agitated that my son won't stop whining and screaming, I should treasure his angelic little voice...because I know it will change one day waaaaaaay too soon.  Instead of feeling frustrated when my daughter is having a dramatic melt down (that I can't even comprehend), I should be grateful that she comes to me to cry about it....because one day, she may decide to go to someone else.  And instead of feeling annoyed when my sweet little baby won't stop crying the SECOND I put him down, I should cherish this time that I get to hold and cuddle him, because one day he will outgrow me and won't need my snuggles as much.

When I put things into perspective, it softens my heart.  I realize that these moments are so precious.  I don't want to waste a minute of my time with my children being angry or frustrated.  I want to cherish every. single. minute. 

Of course, I know this is impossible.  I am human.  I will get frustrated from time to time.  But when I feel like I am losing control....I like to use this perspective to bring me back down to reality.  The time we have with our children really is so short in the grand scheme of things.  I can't even tell you how many times I have heard older Mothers talk about how precious and short the moments were with their young children.

Even on my hardest day (I've had a few!), I wouldn't change it for the world.  I wanted to be a wife and mother from the time that I was a little girl.  That's all I wanted out of this life.  And I got it.  My dream came true. 

 

So, here's to perspective, and realizing what true joy is (even in the midst of chaos....ex. screaming, crying and fighting)!  I know being a Mother is one of the hardest things I have done, and will EVER do in my life, but it is oh so worth it.  I recognize that I am a better person because of it.  God knew I needed to be a mother so that I could become a better person.  I love Him for giving me the chance to change and grow.  And I LOVE being a mother, even if that means enduring the hard times.  Please remind me of this on my next bad day...okay?! :)

XO,
Amber