At the end of each day I usually need a little wind down time, as I believe most moms do. If you’re like me, that typically consists of scrolling through Facebook and Instagram. And, if you’re like me, you find yourself looking at the family at the amusement park. You start thinking how nice it will be when you can go and not have to hand off watching one or two kids with your spouse, cause those kids aren’t tall enough, while the other takes those that can go, on the ride. Or you see the couple with no kids taking advantage of opportunities you and your husband no longer can. Maybe envying the single girl being free to be spontaneous and take wonderful adventures. Seeing moms playing board games or crafting with their kids or grand adventures at the park and thinking, I wish I were a better mom. I find myself looking back at my day filled with fighting, and hearing “mom, mom, mom, mom” all day long, and poop in the bathtub, and scrapes, and spills, and laundry, and wishing I’d had one of those magic, Facebook/Instagram worthy days. Then I have to make myself stop and think. Stop and remember how we all sat and watched a cartoon that morning with two of the kids snuggled on my lap. (Which was actually not the most pleasant with killer sunburn from a few days prior, but sweet nonetheless.) How when a funny moment happened, they all laughed and the two year old said in her sweet, toddler voice “so, so funny” and it melted my heart a little. Stop and think about the moments playing ninja shark attack on the floor with my son. How in that moment he wasn’t disabled, just all boy playing with his mom. Stop and remember how, despite the numerous, daily eye rolls I now receive from my seven, going on seventeen, year old, she still asks if she can do anything to help. Stop and focus on the numerous times my accident prone five year old came to me to fix a boo-boo and remember some day I won’t have that super power anymore. I have to remind myself that waking up to being sandwiched between kids in MY bed means that mommy is their hero when they’re scared in the middle of the night. I have to realize that getting up two to three times a night to roll my disabled son, who isn’t physically able to do it for himself, means that he is healthy and at home. As I look back on my day in this way, it is easier to see that, while quite ordinary in the world of motherhood, it was actually something quite extraordinary and magical. Just as every tear filled, stress inducing, push you to the brink of insanity day of motherhood is. The key is to remember that. To focus on it. As a mom, stop comparing yourself to other’s magical, social media worthy days. Remember instead that their is magic in the ordinary. Those are the days that shape your child’s life. Those are the days you will miss when they get older. Embrace the ordinary because it is actually extraordinary!
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I'm a mom of 4, 3 girls and 1 boy. My son is in a wheelchair due to a genetic disorder called SMA. I believe Jesus came to earth and died for my sins and I try to live my life for Him. View all posts by reneehinebaugh6250