I have so many friends whose families are pretty normal. Maybe an ADHD kid here, maybe some learning disabilities there, or sibling rivalry, but nothing that would make you want to jump off of a cliff. I have at times felt like jumping off a cliff, ok maybe just getting in the car and never coming back, when hope seems nonexistent and you have nothing left for the next minute, day or week. Those are the times that feel like hell, as if God is nowhere, and you are left wondering why He allowed you to have kids at all. I mean, didn't He know this would be impossible? That my worst side would show most of the time because everything she does pushes me to the edge? That my husband and I wouldn't know what a date night is, for years?
That my other children would develop their own psychological issues because of the chaos? Life is so unfair, isn't it?
Yet, we must push forward, and trust that the end will be better than the middle, and that God does exist and does care, and has a plan. I'll take these small breaks, this time of being able to breath finally, instead of holding my breath all of the time. I'll take the regular business of life, and know this is only a season of quiet for now. Relative quiet. Can't be too quiet with kids chasing each other around the house or backyard squealing happily, or not so happily, especially when the raising of caterpillars is at stake.
A dear friend called me on Mother's Day and left the sweetest message saying I was the best mom ever, and I was so touched. I am not all, but sometimes when God gives you lemons, you make lemonade or you sink into paralyzing despondency. I appreciate her encouragement.