A little bit of coffee and a whole lot of Jesus

Here’s what a remember about being a new mom: Tired. So very tired. I regret all the times I didn’t nap when I was a kid. Projectile vomit has a projectile span of roughly six feet. Everything smells like spit up or bleach. Yankee doesn’t make a candle that masks the smell of a baby with rotavirus. 

Here’s what I remember about being a mom of toddlers:  Teaching them to walk is madness. Now your enemy is mobile. A two year-old that doesn’t want to sleep has the kind of stamina that wins wars and puts men on the moon. A three-year old can coat an 18-month old sibling head to toe with Vaseline in under 4 minutes. One of the ingredients in Dawn dishwashing soap is magic.

Here’s what I remember about being mom to tweens: It’s possible to roll your eyes so hard you cause yourself actual physical harm. There is no answer you want to hear to the question, “What were you thinking?” Bath & Body scents Pearberry, Plumeria, and Juniper Breeze were created in a lab in Hell. 

Here’s what I remember about being a mom to teens: I thought it was bad when I had to drive them everywhere, it’s so much worse when they drive themselves. The average teen girl sheds enough hair to weave a carpet Aladdin would be proud to ride. Harry Styles looks better in skinny jeans than I ever could. 

Here’s what I’m learning parenting adults. It’s all worth it. 

Does that sound like a Nicholas Sparks ending to this post? It does to me, and if you knew how much I love Nicholas Sparks <cough, not at all, cough> you’d see how funny that is.

All the times you wanted to sleep and couldn’t, all the times you changed vomit covered sheets at 3am – because honestly, what virus ever shows up during daylight? – all the times you shook your head and wondered what fresh hell the day or night will bring, are far overshadowed by the good.

Some days as a parent are going to feel like the first 20 minutes of Saving Private Ryan, minus the gunfire. There’s fighting, water everywhere, someone is always yelling – spoiler alert, it’s you – and you don’t know what’s happening half the time. Other days will end with you feeling like Rocky on the steps at the Philadelphia Museum of Art.

Most days will be a combination of both. Highs and lows, but mostly in-between. Your kids will break your heart and make you proud – sometimes both in the very same moment.

So on those days when you’re tired, when you’re overwhelmed and want to hide in the pantry and eat Twizzlers, remember this is just a season. You will get to sleep more than 2 hours at a time. You will get to enjoy a hot meal. Someday, you’ll even be able to pee without an audience.

God knows you’re tired. He knows that in a house full of people you can still feel alone. He knows that sometimes you don’t want to be the grown up anymore and you just want your own mom. He knows.

As one whom his mother comforts, so I will comfort you. Isaiah 66:13

It’s okay if you’re sometimes overwhelmed – even Jesus wept. Just as he felt Mary and Martha’s heartache, He feels your hurt and He knows you’re tired. 

Don’t be afraid, for I am with you. Don’t be discouraged, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you. I will hold you up with my victorious right hand. Isaiah 41:10 

He offers comfort, He offers hope, and He offers strength. He offers everything you need.

And full disclosure, I’m still learning how to be a good parent for my adult daughters. But, I’m approaching this season the same  as all the other stages: A little bit of coffee and whole lot of Jesus.

Thanks WillowBee Expressions  – this sits beside my coffee pot and starts my day with a smile.





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