Last week we had one of those days. You know the ones…where everyone is grumpy and on edge. I had one child that could not stop whining, crying or complaining about every little thing that was happening; another that was turning easy homework into Mt. Everest; and yet another who felt their sole purpose in life that day was to bug the other two.
And to top it off…I had a headache of the century. You know one of those headaches that ends up being behind one of your eyes and is so bad you can’t see. Yep…that kind.
After about an hour of above-said commotion, I was completely done. I finally sent everyone to their separate rooms and told them that they could either lay down and read books or nap, but that no one was to come out for an hour.
So, I went and laid down too…
And woke up two hours later…I hadn’t done that in a long time.
At that point I panicked because I thought of what could have happened in the last two hours, but when I came downstairs all three kids were sitting so nicely together and talking about pokemon and ponies (the four year olds new obsessions).
And in that moment that I saw them all together my heart started to swell. Sure two hours ago I was ready to sell them all to the zoo…but here they all were a couple of hours later being just plain good kids that I knew they could be.
I think this week in motherhood I am most grateful for second chances.
Because I need them just as badly as anyone…and I am grateful that they are always there.