Mothering toddlers is no joke.
Sometimes, well oftentimes, I’m overwhelmed that I have been given this huge task of raising these tiny humans and shaping them into real humans. How can I be responsible for them? I’m not good enough.
Toddlers need to be taught everything. From how to wipe their butts—still working on that one—to personal space and boundaries, which apparently doesn’t apply to mamas. The task is so daunting.
I’m lucky to have friends who are always there with encouragement and advice and prayers. They make me feel better about my 4 year old still wearing pull ups at night or my two year old completely changing her nap schedule on me or tell me I’m not an awful mother and they can’t remember if their youngest has had the chicken pox vaccine yet either…
I’m lucky to have an amazing husband who is in this crazy parenthood circus with me. Right there with me in the trenches of all night pukes and meltdowns at Costco.
I’m lucky to have parents who come over every single night when my husband is out of town for the week, to bring us dinner and play Just Dance with the children and just give this mama a break to take a long shower.
And I’m lucky to have grace from our savior. So that even when I make a huge mistake or yell at my son for emptying out the bathtub on the bathroom floor, I know that tomorrow is a fresh start.
The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases;
his mercies never come to an end;
they are new every morning;
great is your faithfulness.