I am not going to tread lightly here: parenting over the past few months has been tough. It has been a really difficult season. Both my husband and I have felt burnt out and like we can’t keep on and are just making it by going through the motions.
To start, we started out the holiday season with colds, croup, and the flu over Thanksgiving. I found out I was pregnant with our third baby in early December and with that came endless exhaustion and the special joy that is all day nausea and vomiting. December also means an increase to our spending, and for a single income household, that makes things tight. Unfortunately, I had to put aside what little income I’ve been making online to rest up during naptimes instead of pushing through the afternoon to make some extra cash. And ah – yes, naptimes! Our two and a half year old has recently started flirting with not taking a nap but still really needs one which makes getting anything productive done during the hours of 1 to 3 a bit of a joke.
Right before Christmas, we all came down with the stomach flu. I was up on the 22nd throwing up all night, trying to decipher if the horrendous symptoms I was experiencing were, in fact, caused by the pregnancy or the stomach flu. To top it off, both of our kids have noticed my lax parenting over the past 8 weeks and have acted accordingly. Obedience is no longer on their agenda and pushing the envelope at every opportunity is their new norm. And bedtime? What’s that? Late January has brought with it teething and colds. Again, it’s been really tough. That’s probably the understatement of this (relatively new) year.
Last week, Joe and I climbed into bed a little early. We were both just burnt out and whining a little more than we should have been. I turned to him.
“God says “children are a blessing.” He said it. I have to think it is true. God doesn’t lie. He said it and it’s a promise.” It was like a light bulb went off in my head. “How are our children currently a blessing to us?”
Now, I have had a love hate relationship with Psalm 127. I love the word of God and believe it all to be true but there are definitely parts of Scripture that have been taken by certain portions of Christian culture and twisted to fit their agenda. This is one of those passages. (At some point I will likely do a post on my thoughts regarding the Quiverfull mindset. Spoiler: I don’t think it’s Biblical.) Today though, I just want to meditate on these words:
Unless the Lord builds the house,
They labor in vain who build it;
Unless the Lord guards the city,
The watchmen keep awake in vain.
It is vain for you to rise up early,
To retire late,
To eat the bread of painful labors;
For He gives to His beloved even in his sleep.
Behold, children are a gift of the LORD,
The fruit of the womb is a reward.
Like arrows in the hand of a warrior,
So are the children of one’s youth.
How blessed in the man whose quiver is full of them;
They will not be ashamed
When they speak with their enemies in the gate.
(PSALM 127 – NASB)
Oh, to see my children as a gift from the Lord. I want to have that mindset. I want to view them as the Lord sees them. I’ve been meditating on this passage all week – just trying to focus on the blessing in the midst of the endless Cheerios crunched across my carpet, the bad attitudes, and the toddler who bites their sibling not just once, but three times, in one morning.
My two year old is a blessing. He is learning to be my helper. He gets up in the morning and can peel an orange or bring a banana to his sister in her bed so that she can have a snack first thing while mama stumbles out of bed. He helps unload the dishwasher. He has the cutest observations about the world and is becoming so fascinated by details about animals, vehicles, and other people. Anything really! He shows me grace on a day-to-day basis. When I snap or overreact, he is quick to forgive and accept my apology. I would love to have his gift of forgiveness.
My one year old is also a blessing. She loves her mama fiercely – it’s impossible not to feel loved in her presence. She is passionate and is learning how to speak and her favorite words right now are “Spot” (the dog from the popular book series), “eat,” and “no!” The girl has her own special brand of feistiness and I trust that God will shape her and mold her into one who uses her spunk for His glory and for other’s good. There is no doubt in my mind that her love and spunk will make a lethal combination down the road.
And then there is the sweet baby in my belly who is now at 12 weeks gestation. I don’t know much about this baby, yet. But I do know that it is a joy to get to experience pregnancy again. That alone is a huge blessing when there are so many out there who just long to be mothers.
That’s been my heart’s cry lately – to see my children as a true blessing. I’m about to close my laptop, hop out of my bed, and race downstairs to try and straighten our home up a bit before my two sleeping toddlers wake up. I will be picking up dried up cheese that got stuck under the couch, putting away endless toys, and rinsing off lunch plates that have barely been touched. I will be pulling out my vacuum for the millionth time this week and probably should bring out the mop, too. Little feet tracked milk across my dining room floor just this morning.
It’s been a tough parenting season. It will get easier – and it will get harder, too. Parenting just seems to be one of those things that ebbs and flows. But I desire to view these children with His eyes – as true blessings, as gifts, as a REWARD from a God who “gives to His beloved even in his sleep.” Just think about the reality of that.