When you’re home with the kids… again

Many of you are young moms,

and both you & your husband have a heart

to serve & minister to your church &

community.  Yet you often find that he’s

out doing something to improve the city,

or attending a church outing of some sort,

and you’re at home, caring for the kids…

again.

Thoughts & feelings can pop up that totally surprise you.

I’ve been there. I’m still there. It’s often been the story of my life for almost 19 years.

When those feelings of, “I’m missing out,” and “Why is it never his turn to stay home?”

and other similar thoughts arise, here’s a few things I’ve used over the years.

 

In random order:

1. Look your children in the eyes. This reminds me that I love them way more than

anything else.

2. Jealousy is resentment, and  resentment is a feeling of indignant displeasure or

persistent ill will. The last thing I want is “persistent ill will” toward anyone,

especially the one I love most. So I choose to refuse… refuse anger & jealousy.

I will NOT let myself think these thoughts.  I’ll think about what is true, noble, gracious,

etc…

3. Remember that my kids will be in my life always, but this event that I’m missing is

temporary.

4.  Have our own fun!  Plan an outing of our own. When my husband is on a trip or

has a full week of “events,”  I  try to plan extra stuff like a zoo trip, library &

museum visits, McDonald’s ice-cream stops, special kid-meals (like Mac & Cheese

from a box), etc. This gives us something to look forward to, too, and more to talk

about… instead of “Oh, Dear, your day sounded fun; we just staayed home, as usual.

That’s no good. Plan stuff.

5.  Make the ordinary into something memorable &  special by changing it’s location.

Picnic under the picnic table, read books on the swing set, eat dessert first, use

sidewalk chalk on the tree branches (it washes off in the rain), etc.

6. I remember that I’m  first called to be God’s daughter, secondly my husband’s

wife and thirdly my children’s Mom. Serving my family is BEST job I can have.

Yes, my mom- tasks seem repetitive, but consistency grows strong, confident kids.

7. I remember that my day will come when my “mommy-tasks” will be few cuz

my children are grown & then I’ll look back on these days (like all the mature

ladies in my life now do) and say, “Oh, those were such good times!”

It’s easy to fill our heads with thoughts that make us resentful, frustrated

and just plain ticked-off & angry. But who will we believe?

I’m gunna listen to the truth. To Jesus. To His quiet assurance that my

behind-the-scenes” dedication is worth it!

Take a breath.

Smile!

Go look at your babies in the face… and then just kiss’um!

(some time spent with photo booth isn’t bad, either!)