Say it with me, "I'm not a bad mama. I'm a good mama who had a bad day."
We all know those days, the days that we wished were over about 30 seconds after they began. The days when the dishes are a soggy pile, the toddler is cranky, the husband brought up that fill in the blank again and we are frazzled and frayed at the edges. Our temper runs short and our patience runs shorter and if one more person asks us for one more thing we just might walk out the door and keep on walking.
But we don't. We stay and we grit teeth and we lock ourselves in the bathroom to type out blog posts {ahem} or breathe deep or bury our face in our hands for a quick sob all before picking up the dirty towels off the floor and picking ourselves up from our pity party.
We are the brave mamas who keep rising early to meet the dawn shadows and chase them away with the power of the Word. Don't neglect to chase the shadows with the Word. We keep picking up and looking up and trusting that in all our weakness He is making us strong and in so doing making our little ones strong in Him.
Our days can be bad, but our lives can be good because He is good and gives us His goodness in Jesus. There will be colossal moments of mama failure that will always stick with us, but God can take all those wish-I-could-have-a-do-over moments and turn them into moments that God made my not enough whole and beautiful.
Go have that cry. Don't hold it in because it will hold you back. You will stew in disappointment and frustration until you do. Learn to kickbox. Zumba till you can't zumba anymore. Do something to shake the cobwebs away from your soul and then hug your babies, kiss your husband deep and move on.
Say it again, "I'm not a bad mama. I'm a good mama who had a bad day."
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