Random people look at you and say, "Wow! Are they all yours?"; "Do they all have the same father?"
People look at you and shake their heads in disbelief, "I don't know how you do it!"
Every now and again, as one of your children is throwing a tantrum in the middle of an aisle at a grocery store an older woman will come up to you and say, "It's okay. I was you once. It gets better." For a brief moment you've found solace in a stranger and can take a much needed, deep breath.
It would be even better if people would offer their helping hands; but, at the very least, keep comments that aren't helpful to themselves.
As moms we don't know how we do it either! We just get up and do what we have to do, day in and day out, to keep ourselves and our children alive. Sometimes, our days blur together, and we have no memory of the motions we walked through because sleep deprivation is a trip and will do that to you!
No matter, our days all end the same, with a baby and children who finally give in to the rest their body's needed. As they sleep you look at them in a new light and once again see just how beautiful and precious they are; blessed gifts.
Their rest renews a right spirit in you and you know as sleep finally comes to you that you can wake-up and face another day. You can
mother well. You are
a good mom.
And, as a mother of four, in answer to the questions I've been asked: "Yes, they're all mine; I don't know how I do it either except by the grace of God. Oh, and speaking of God, they all have the same father; God fathers us all." ('Cause honestly, even though my kids do
all have the same dad it's no stranger's business! As in the days of Stephanie Tanner, "How Rude!"
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