Written By: Joceline Sweeney
When my girls were younger and still often times, even as they are now already 18, 15 and 11, I can still be overcome by some serious mom guilt. As I sneak into their rooms before I go to bed and check on them (yes I still check to see if they’re breathing. I know right?)
I can so be overcome with pain as I recall the day we may have had. The many NO’s I gave them for no reason when a yes would have been just as easy. Unfit words spoken, shortness and all around just a day that I hope we don’t repeat together again. It can be so disheartening.
As I have crawled into bed many a times weary from the day, a day that would not put me in the running for a mother of the year award. I have to remind myself that even though some of my mothering may have been a train wreck I was still there… a little.
A little as I help my sweet youngest daughter brush her hair into a pony tail, telling her how much she has grown and how proud I am of her.
A little when I stop to tell my incredibly creative middle daughter what a beautiful job she has done on yet another wonderful creation.
A little when I sit down at my computer to write my words down for this blog to show my passionate oldest daughter how I believe in the importance of the work God has called her to.
A little when I made their favorite meal.
A little when I didn’t get frustrated when we had to review the same concept in school until it was mastered.
A little when I kiss their dad, even though they act like it’s awful to see.
A little when I call to make a doctor’s appointment.
A little when I wink at them and smile with my eyes.
At the end of the day if you are climbing into bed with a heavy heart, with some mom guilt, friendship guilt or daughter guilt, remember… when you are there a little, those moments will add up to be a lot… a little at a time.
Until Next Time,