Friday, August 2, 2013

That Mom in the Mirror

We moved into our new home. It's been a crazy couple of weeks and I am tired. I am feeling lots of things, including a little anxious, lonely, and...tired. I'm pretty sure these feelings are normal when you move your family into an area where you know nobody, but only briefly introduced yourself to two neighbors and you still have boxes and boxes of stuff to put away and your kids are still trying to get back into the "groove" and you just want to sit on your couch, but you don't have a couch because you bought new couches and they won't be delivered until this afternoon.

Yet, the prayer I offered in my car, while sitting at a stoplight yesterday, didn't have to do with any of these things. Instead, my short discussion with the Lord during a "routine" grocery trip centered on the woman I saw in the mirror just minutes earlier before departing from my new house. Just like many mornings, that woman had woken up, fed the children breakfast, cleaned the children from breakfast, fed herself breakfast, changed two poopy diapers, rocked two fussy babies, put those babies down for a nap, jumped in the shower, put on some lounge clothes, pulled her hair in a bun, and threw a hat on over it. When she looked at herself...really looked at herself, she cringed at the frumps, lumps, and bumps.

Tell me mamas, does this sound familiar? Am I the only one with a sweet elderly neighbor who comes over to visit and remarks "Megan, I didn't know what to think when I saw you that one Sunday with your hair down and make-up on. I thought to myself 'Wow, she's actually pretty.'"? Is there anyone out there who puts their cute top and jeans on, only to take them off an hour later because: A) It's more comfortable chasing babies around the house, picking up laundry, or wiping the floor B) It only takes an hour for juice, sticky peanut butter, and/or poop to become an accessory on said cute top and jeans C) Cute top and jeans don't fit well over that soft, delicious middle you've been "building" up?

Sitting at the stoplight, I turned my music down and I felt the tears start to well up in my eyes and I placed my forehead in my hand. The words came out loud "Man, I'm feeling so worthless." Frustrated, but momentarily distracted with the task(s) at hand, I forgot about this little prayer until 9:30 that evening when I read THIS. I even read it aloud to B.

I woke up this morning and looked at that mom in the mirror again. And a little bit of warmth filled my heart when I glanced over those frumps, lumps, and bumps...

Feeling grateful and empowered today. 

*Got our summer family pictures back. They turned out lovely. 

1 comment:

  1. Thank you for creating two beautiful human beings. You are my hero!