What a long, 'long weekend' it has been. I have a new appreciation for people who deal with chronic ear infections in their children. Until this weekend, I had never witnessed the agonizing pain they cause in little people. K, who is normally my trooper, was the first to succumb. Bless her sweet heart, she was completely miserable and inconsolable until we got some lidocaine-like drops for her ears. She is bouncing back nicely.
Last night, just as I settled into a peaceful slumber, P's screams started. Of the three, he is definitely the least tolerant of discomfort. Oh. My. Word. He literally screamed such shrill screams that the glass break sensors on our security alarm went off. Three times.
Tonight everyone is tucked in, well medicated and sleeping soundly. I am hopeful we are on the rebound. I am typing from my bed (in my pajamas) at 8:00pm because as soon as I hit publish I am going to go to sleep...just in case it is another long night.
What I am pondering as I drift off to sleep is a chat I had this afternoon with my friend Mandy. She, too, is a thinker, a Christ follower, a Mom and a doer. Tonight we were discussing how our over-analysis of every parenting decision can rob our joy if we aren't careful.
We agreed the balance is very hard to strike. We believe in God's Sovereignty and grace. We know He is ultimately in charge of how our children develop and who they become...yet we also take seriously our role in teaching, training and praying for them along the way.
Motherhood is an act of worship in many regards. I long to do my job (mothering) as if unto the Lord. I want to try hard and do well.
Where is the line in trying/doing and letting God do? How do you know when to lighten up, hold the reigns a little more loosely and enjoy the ride versus holding tightly and treating everything with great seriousness?
I don't have the answers. I am praying and pondering. I'd love to hear your thoughts.