A mother’s prayer in a time of (first world) adversity.
Please help me to be the mother I want to be when the chips are down,
When the kids are a hacking, snotty, teething mess,
When nothing I can do soothes them or pleases them,
When it rains for (what feels like) 8 days straight.
It is easy to be kind and patient and thoughtful when things are going well,
When they smile and play by themselves,
When they play nicely together,
When they adhere to the nap schedule.
Please grant me patience when they are (unusually) irrational,
Calm when they will not stop yelling, and
Tolerance when they will not let go of my leg.
Please help me to be the mother I want to be when I do not feel well,
When they have infected me (again) and I am a hacking and snotty mess,
When I am tired and would rather lie down than “be the fire truck” (again),
When I feel like I do not have anything left to give.
Please grant me strength to carry their heavy selves when I feel weak,
Perspective to know that these days will not last, and
Cheer during a temporary bout of illness.
Please help my instinct be to smile instead of yell,
Hug instead of sigh, and
Laugh instead of Cry.
(And if you could help everyone feel better again soon, that would also be amazeballs.)