I’ve escaped


It’s here. We have the flu. It’s day 7, and 3 of the 5 of us are down. The delightful, 4 year-old, middle child is the culprit. He brought it here. Although, he still feels bad enough to run my haggard, fever-ridden legs to death he is not as sick as he has been. The 5 year-old is asleep in bed with a temp of 103 that I am battling to get down. The 2 year-old baby and the middle child do not care that I feel as if my skin might fall off at any moment. Actually, the 4 year-old is insisting that he cannot walk—-anywhere.  He needs a snack -no not that snack, another one. And a drink. Wait, the baby needs something, too. All of the amidst the countless trips upstairs to wipe B’s forehead with a cool rag to get his temp down. So, when he fell asleep and I finally got the middle one settled, me and the baby came outside for some air. 

My guilt is incredible on days like these. My guilt for being a working mom. While I am here dragging myself from one room to another, there are people who also depend on me somewhere else. And I can’t meet anyone’s needs. I am trying to coax my sick boy into the car so I can run to work to get some things so I can work from home. He keeps begging me to let him stay in bed. My mind is drowning in guilt for the many things on my to do list at the office. 

This is only one example of how working moms can feel defeated. It’s days like these when our best will never ever be enough. Lord, it’s my prayer today that I never forget. That I never forget the torn feeling in my heart this morning. And that I extend the hand of grace to other moms in need of patience and help. There will come a day when my children will only need me to administer medicine And be present when they are ill. And in that time, Lord please remind my heart how much those mommas of little ones might need a little bit of light. 
Please forgive me if this one doesn’t flow. I was only able to string together two and three words at a time between carrying people to potty, and fixing juices, and taking temperatures. 
❤ Shalom
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