You know, I am highly emotional right now.
I am crying at the drop of a hat. Literally. Don’t drop your hat. I’ll cry.
And then, on Sunday, they spoke about our ministry that started in Poland when my husband served 3 cups of hot tea to a few homeless men that were at the train station in Poznan. Today, those 3 cups of tea have evolved to nearly 100 tons of food being distributed in the same city each year through our ministry. But I won’t get started on that because then you’ll have me talking all day.
Well, needless to say, I bawled my head off in church when they spoke of our foundation. But they didn’t stop there. They ended the service showing the story of a little boy, around the age of 12, looking for a forever family to take him in as their own. He just wants a nice dad that will take him to the library. A nice mom that will make him cookies. Two nice sisters and one nice brother.
Let’s just say, swollen eyes, snotty nose—and, yes, I was in public.
Oh, but it’s not just emotional stories. I am tired because I am on the less than 10 weeks countdown to popping out a baby. Woot-woot. So yesterday I looked at my husband, who is actually in America for ONE more week before he heads to Ivory Coast, and say, “I am so tired I could cry.”
He said, “Well, let’s see it.”
And sure enough…tears.
On top of it all, I have gestational diabetes. No, I am not the only preggo, aging woman in the world with this diagnosis. But I just might be the hungriest. So simply thinking about fasting for two hours after eating a meal makes me…You guessed it. Cry.
Woe to all that encounter me at this stage of life 😉
Let’s continue, shall we?! So, my daughter has officially been home for just over a week and I’ve already had to do the threats and the counting and the don’t make me call your dad thing. It seems like a million times and she has literally only been home 9 days. How is that possible? It’s possible, my friends. It’s possible.
So on top of being emotional, tired, and hungry—I am feeling a bit down about being a kick-awesome mom. And then today I watched this…This amazing video where they brought in a bunch of moms. And each mom was brutal about their failures. And then they brought in their kids. And each kid. Well…I don’t want to ruin it for you, so I hope you’ll take a moment and see this video (And, yes, I cried):
This beautiful video made me pause and think.
You know…I fail.
I get tired.
I threaten too much sometimes—and unnecessarily at other times, especially because she’s just being a kid.
I am impatient.
I am moody.
But, ultimately, I am mom.
And, yes, my daughter will remember my failures, but, I hope when asked to describe me, she’ll also remember my beauty.
After all, forever her mother I’ll be.
And the answer is yes!