Today Was A Rock Star Day

Oh, if every day could be like this one!

I woke up happy and energetic. I was excited to take on the day, and I just wanted to hug and kiss my sweet kiddos one by chubby-cheeked one. We read books and sang songs. We danced around the kitchen to Christmas music. My little ones felt loved.

AND there was actual housework done during this glorious day...vacuuming, floor scrubbing, and laundry. I even though enough in advance to actually put meat in the crock pot for a cozy meal on this chilly day. Not just any meal...this one had veggies from my very own garden and fluffy homemade biscuits...not popped out of a can...home made by yours truly.

I also spent a couple of hours at my son's school, which makes his day every time (When do they outgrow wanting to have me around? Wait...I don't really want to know.). And in my spare time I worked on fine tuning photos for a new photography website my wonderful designer is building for me.

It was one of those shout from the roof tops, "Hey world! Look at me! I'm a real, live grown up woman!" kind of days.

And then... there were the past 364 days. You know, the normal days. The days when I cry out, "Lord, what were you thinking? Why did you give me this incredible man and these precious children? They deserve so much better. I can't do this and I'm screwing everything up!"

The laundry piles up. The husband comes home to a cold, messy kitchen. Pizza or grilled cheese it is...again. The kids bicker, and I know it's because they need more of me but I just don't feel like I have anything left to give. When they're not bickering, they're doing "art" in the dust on my coffee table. Sigh.

I don't know what it was about today that made it different. Whatever it was, I'd like to figure out a way to bottle it up. I wouldn't sell it (although my selfish and entrepreneurial side would want to charge a pretty penny for it). I'd give it freely to every woman out there whether single, married, old, young, childless or mom of 12. The world would be a different place to be sure.

But since I don't have a magic potion for you (or for me...whimper, whimper), I'll just continue stand on (and sometimes desperately cling to) my Rock. He, my dear friends, is available for everyone free of charge. And when I'm not good enough because I simply don't know how to be...He is enough for us all.

Deanna  – (12/10/2008 10:07:00 AM)  

So happy for your wonderful day! May there be many many many more to come.

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