If I was a superhero, I’m pretty sure my name would be Mother Mahem. Oh wait…yeah that’s my reality already.
I’ve been feeling the pull to write about this for a week or so. People seem to like the moments of vulnerability and honesty that comes with sharing the everyday moments and struggles of motherhood.
I’ve got one for you. Actually I’ve got several. Ok I actually have way more but I can’t remember them all, and maybe that’s a good thing.
Do you ever have a moment, a day when your kid does something and it just breaks your heart? Sometimes these things just happen and I’m like “Why?? Why me? Why this?” And I’m mad and sad all in one.
This happened to me one morning. And I get it. Out of all the things that are going on in the world, this is small. But small things can seem big at the time.
I woke up to discover a mess. It was partly my fault for accidentally leaving my sewing things out. They were all in my sewing bag but not put away. An obvious temptation. Especially tempting, apparently, were my sewing scissors.
And so a certain someone took the liberty of refashioning a few things about the house.
My daughter’s quilt (in progress project) I was able to fix. Thank goodness.
This was done for. As you can see, it looked a bit trashy. So instead of wallowing in despair (tempting) I decided to fix it.
I had some fabric scraps that matched just right. So I cut, sewed and ironed, pinned and sewed some more.
And how did I manage to complete this with two little munchkins running around? I sat them down with a mountain of playdough.
They “played”, a word here which is loosely correlated to playing and tightly correlated to throwing it all over the floor. But hey, I finished my project 🙂
That’s what motherhood is all about. We take the messes, the difficult things along with all things bright and beautiful. We get through it. With our sanity intact? Doubtful. But maybe just maybe as we learn to let things go and repair what we can we can restore a measure of it unto our hearts 🙂
A toast. To motherhood. May your moments of mayhem be short and give way to deep breaths of peace.