So last week’s post got a little attention, and to the three or so of you who will come back for more, I welcome you to my own little corner of mediocrity. Please lower your expectations accordingly.
It was funny to sit and watch all the clicks bring down my server, run my stats up high. I can usually picture exactly who my readers are, I know most of you by name or email address. But to imagine mamas I didn’t know reading and being encouraged, that was just a special sort of kick.
But there was a special sort of reality attached to it. Because I am, after all, still a mother. In between twitter feed and stat checking, I was making dinner and wiping booties. There was still life to be lived.
There were Thanksgiving parades to watch in bed. (Which lasted all of 20 minutes before the concept of 9 people in a bed became overwhelming for all of us and we moved to the living room.)
We cut the kids loose with strands of lights to decorated their own rooms and I spread around just the few Christmas items we decorate with. This included a basket of Jesse tree ornaments we’ll continue to add to our tree and that nativity set from Uganda that the pieces never stay upright. (We’re doing this for Jesse tree this year. Our friend wrote it. We have smart friends. Highly recommend.)
We took her to a movie and made her special pancakes.
That’s the thing about motherhood, isn’t it? Incredible highs are always accompanied by incredible lows. You can’t have jelly doughnuts without someone smearing jelly all over your recently washed skinny jeans, amiright? And somewhere in the middle of the highs and lows, there’s the balance of joy that comes in just loving your people well and doing what comes next.
And what comes next for me is icing a cake and making it look like Winnie-the-Pooh. Welcome to reality, y’all.
Have a great Sunday!