Being a parent is one of the best gifts that can be given to you. It’s a tricky gift, and sometimes you want to hand it off to the highest bidder, but you don’t.
I’m blessed to have three kids that just so happen to bring about every emotion known to man in one day. I can begin my day praising God and listening to my gospel music as I get around the house. Then by the time the day is over carpool duty is done, dinner is served, and the kitchen clean I’m staring daggers into someone’s soul. Now, mind you not only do I have three kids, but I have a husband and a dog as well. So there are plenty of people around me that can and DO shift my mood harder than any storm.
Somedays I sit back and reflect on all the moving parts in my day, and I can’t help but think that most days are a disaster. I mean, yes I am grateful that we are all alive and well. We have a roof over our head, a warm meal every night and clean clothes to wear. I know that overall, I’m blessed. It’s just that if you look at each situation and how we moved from point A to Z, it looks a hot mess.
Someone in my house is always breaking something, forgetting to tell me they need a ride to school instead of taking the bus. Which means I need to put my butt in high gear to get them there. Then the surprise phone calls that practice is out 30 minutes early.
I can’t even begin to tell you how many times I walked into my nice smelling house that has candles burning, fresh Hawaiian breeze plugins in every room. The delicious scent of fabuloso kisses my nose as I walk on my hardwood floors. I can’t help but smile as I open the laundry room door knowing that all the laundry is clean and put away, but then I remember that was two days ago. The smell of my son’s practice football uniform burns my eyes and my nose searches for every piece of clothing that he took off.
As I’m pushing his smelly clothes in the laundry as fast, I can I smell something burning. My clean and Hawaiin breeze kitchen now smells like burnt cheese.
Some call this parenthood, but I, call it…
My Beautiful Disaster!
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