Last night we spent $56 and some hotel points and snuck away to the local Doubletree. I brought a coupon for the adjoining restaurant and after a dinner where I didn’t have to clean up C’s war-like spaghetti remnants, we retreated to our down bedding and I watched a Nicholas Sparks
The Mr. is already off for his day of work so I’m sitting in a hotel room. Alone. At 9 am in the morning.
It’s the stuff dreams are made of.
I knew my breaking point was coming after a few busy weeks with the husband traveling a lot. Tuesday night he came home to find me face down on the bed, half- asleep. We ate the kids’ marshmallow cereal for our dinner at 9 pm. I was spent. I’d hope to shake off some of the weariness, but I couldn’t.
I don’t know what season you’re in, maybe it’s one filled with football games and band practice and late teenage hours. Maybe it’s one with nursing at 3 am and getting up with a teething toddler. Maybe it’s homeschool or public school or your own college courses. I don’t know.
Here’s what we all need. A dose of grace.
Oh, hi, GRACE:
Oh, you fed your kids mac n cheese three times this week because you couldn’t bear the thought of meal-planning? That’s great! You fed them!
Oh, so you skipped playdate/preschool/PTA this week because you were feeling a little overwhelmed? Fantastic! I bet the kids really enjoyed that time at home without all the running around.
Grace! Oh, you haven’t slept through the night in 3 nights (for whatever reason) so you didn’t get up this morning and do morning devotions followed by 3 loads of laundry? Perfect- I bet you’ll be a better mom today because you’re rested!
A few weeks ago I asked a elderly lady if she struggled with mom-guilt when her kids were growing up? She balked at the question- like maybe the kids should feel guilty instead for all the put her through. I laughed.
Sometimes grace is dressed as a $56 dollar night at the hotel. Sometimes it’s dressed as an 89-year-old woman. Let’s all do better at giving it to ourselves and offering it to others.
Grace > Guilt.