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I once had a friend who shared with me that her husband counted up all the hours he put into his work in a given week. Even though he was a salaried employee, he wanted to be sure where his time really went.
I suppose that sort of approach worked for him, but if I started adding up all my hours of work as a mom and life coach, as a writer and ministry leader, as a keeper of the house and a manager of my family’s needs, well I’d crumble in to a messy pile of tears.
As we come to the conclusion of this session of the book club there is a thought that I feel is so appropriate to leave you with. Ultimately…….
We cannot own our life if we don’t first know how to rest.
Does the scenario below sound at all familiar to you??
It's like a page out of Thomas' Snowsuit - you know, the Robert Munsch book about the kid who gets wrapped in layers, goes outside, throws one snowball, then yells that he has to go pee.
Only in my case, it's not pee with my bundled-up three-year-old. It's poop. Every day I ask him if he has to go. He says no. I wrap him up in his snowsuit, he exits the door for about 5 milliseconds, then races in crying because he's desperate to make it to the potty in time. It's a flurry of mittens and neck warmers and hats - and most days, he makes it.
But on this particular one, he doesn't.
I readied myself for what I guessed I had coming.
I was tired, weary, and so far behind . . . in pretty much everything. House, crafts, cooking, laundry, and love. Never enough and not good enough.
Hopelessly behind.
Here I was 7 months pregnant with several other very young children at home. And I just couldn't seem to pull it together.
So I hesitantly approached this seasoned mother - the godly woman and lovely example that she was - to receive the admonition I was sure I deserved.
Waiting for my Get it together and Get tough and Get going. Yes, I had it coming . . . .
But her actual words surprised me.
I've learned over the last 15 years of marriage that loving my husband has made me a better mom. It wasn't until after we had our first child and she began to mimic me that I began to understand this to be true. Now, nearly 14 years after her birth, I have watched our baby girl grow up and become a wonderful young lady. I have also realized that some of her character traits have been influenced directly by the way she sees me love my husband.
