Mundane mothering

Hello there!

Welcome to yet another blog from, yet, another mother. I know that there are many out there. I could understand why, though. We each do this parenting thing differently and it leads to many opinions and thoughts. Thanks to modern technology we can all get our opinion out there! Yay!

I know I have attempted this whole "blog thing" before, and haven't really succeeded. However, I just need a place to place my thoughts. Feel free to comment. I am always for bouncing ideas off one another. We, moms, need to stick together.

So, here we are, yet another day into this whole parenting thing. I was pouring another sippy-cup of milk when it hit me. A frustrating epiphany. Did my child ask me for this milk? Every one else might think that that is no big deal, but lately I have felt so frustrated with my children. They are so demanding. Lainey, at  one point, got her sippy-cup, shoved it in my face, and said "more milk, please". Sure, she said the magic word-please, but a shot of anger flowed through me. I am having a hard time lately with the whole idea that my children don't actually see me as a person. They don't understand the question "Is this how you would want to be treated?". It's not for lack of trying to teach them, but am I really?

This brings me back to my point. As I stood in the kitchen, pouring the ump-teenth sippy-cup, I realize that they are demanding because of me. Can you imagine the dread of that epiphany? I was just going through the motions of parenting. And no, that's not necessarily a bad thing. The children will still live. They might be demanding, but they'll live.  However, my sanity might be compromised by the time I am into my mid-forties(if not sooner).

It all starts with just going through the motions. I think we can get so caught up with life. For example, we're about to move. Things have been busy around the house, and therefore, I am more concerned with having whatever needs my child has at the time rather than teaching them. I have caught myself in this season yelling, "I AM NOT A MAID!" It has gotten so bad that Lainey will say, "Mommy, I can't pick-up. My legs aren't working." If only you could see my faces at these comments. Granted, you could probably imagine them yourself. I have even gone through Stormie Omartian's The Power of a Praying Parent. There is NO prayer in there for God to not make your children demanding. This could only mean one thing: It's up to you. Of course, I pray for the wisdom I need, but the wisdom is how to teach them. God has laid it upon my heart to read Proverbs, and I have started that. It was this moment, though, when he stopped me-like pausing a moment in a movie- and said, "There, Mary! There it is!"

It was such a convicting moment that I had to go write it down. I know I am not the only one, and I am really not giving you a solution. Except, to remember to teach your kids and not just go through each moment like you're on some assembly line. "Done with this moment! Onto the next!" And I am not reminding you because you needed it. It's more of a reminder for me that I wanted to share.