Mother's Day Prayer

A sincere prayer from a mother's heart.

Dear God
Thank you for the gift of our children.

Thank you that our hearts were made in such a way that we still love our kids, despite them
- throwing tantrums in the mall
- pinching our mommy treats from the back of our underwear drawer
- scribble in our Bibles
- play dress up with our best shoes, handbags and accessories
- fight with their siblings 24/7
- sneak their pets into the bedrooms
- still don't understand portion control
- undress in the lounge
- repeat everything you said in anger
- have absolutely no idea how much noise they make
- cheat on their chores
- moan and complain about having to do chores
- make you feel like you're the worst parent ever.

Thank you that we are still loved by our kids, despite
- being impatient
- complaining about how much we sacrifice for them
- freaking out over  trivial things at times
- forgetting that they are children and  don't always understand what is expected of them
- nagging endlessly
- acting like kids ourselves, at times.

God please change the hearts and minds of the leaders of our countries, so they include a tax rebate for dads who are involved in their children's lives, and give heavy penalties to the uninvolved dads. Bring them to the realisation that moms should not be taxed at all, because of our selfless service to the population.

Amen.

Motherhood: Three months at a time

The past 3 months has been a grace project par excellence!

I had to painfully adjust to having three children in the public school system whilst holding up a full-time teaching position, baking, blogging, bargain -hunting,making nutritious lunch packs, running a household and looking fabulously unfazed by it all.

In reality :
* I slept after midnight most nights
* I felt like quitting my job
* Had at least one crisis per week
* Misplaced my car keys more often than I found them
* Managed to be on time for work as regular as a leap year!
* Cried like a baby!
* Finished my overburdened kids homework in my best childlike handwriting
* Remembered to wash the school uniform after falling asleep, on more than one occasion
* Used my oil heater as a dryer
* Woke up twice a night to prepare dough for homemade lunch
* Rushed from work because the kids forgot their house keys in my car
* Had car drama
* Considered managing my life with anti-depressants.

It is nearly end of March and all I can say is, the countless prayers; lamented and whispered saw me through this crazy time.

God is good, especially when it seems that our load is greater than our blessings.