he wets the bed, four year old
an evening sullied
he draws a bubble bath, his daddy
love poured warmly
i scrub the mattress cussing, his mommy
annoyance overtired
he is Christ to a four year old, his daddy
not i, tear-streaked knocked-down
i dry my porcelain face
to kiss his
be honest.
Umm yeah i get this. It was my husband that taught me patience. God bless the godly man.
ReplyDeletesmiles. and we all have those days...so remember a bit of grace for yourself...
ReplyDeleteHow strikingly similar to the way I was feeling last night. Mine was 8:30ish, and I wrote mine out as well. So good to see Jesus in those moments when you are not. Being Jesus, that is.
ReplyDeleteBeing a mommy is such a hard job. You are doing it well as any.
ReplyDeletehang in there. . . and yes, plenty of grace for yourself. the trenches are the hardest place to live day after day. but also the most rewarding, i think.
ReplyDeleteoh how I've lived these night...3 sons
ReplyDeleteand you have a mother's wisdom in that kiss
I have those moments daily, Bethany! I'm so glad for my forgiving son...he hears me apologize to him regularly. I think you get more "chances" to die to self as a parent than doing anything else. It's hard!
ReplyDeleteps. mattress covers are expensive but SOOO worth it!
There's so much opportunity for learning of love and redemption as a momma. You reveal the sacred beauty in the raw and ordinary through your honesty.
ReplyDeletekey - be first to the bath so as to avoid the urine! and...you're hot; that's all that really matters : ) love ya. keep up the good work.
ReplyDeleteoh friend. that's why we need husbands. :) i love that you dried your face to kiss his. such love, even in your cussing... :)
ReplyDeletelove this. been there. could have written this. oh the grace of daddy-love and Abba-love!
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