// January 6th, 2012 // No Comments » // Balance, Children and Babies, Family
Ever read something, and it resounds so clearly within you that you think, “Wow. I could have written that”? Or, in my case, “Wow. I wish I had written that.” Well, Glennon from Momastery has written the blog post that I wish I had written. It rings so true for mommy’s who, in the midst of a toddler tantrum or a day of endless whining, feel guilty that they are not enjoying every moment of ever day. I mean, let’s be honest . . . who just loves cleaning up pee dribbles off the floor for the eleventy-thousandth time?

Read the article “2011 Lesson #2: Don’t Carpe Diem” and then come back here to “discuss” it (I shared this post on Facebook, but I’m reposting it here for my readers who don’t follow Nix9t05 on FB.)
Done? Okay . . .
I wouldn’t trade being a mommy for anything, but there are times when it’s really, really hard. I have never begrudged anyone who told me to “enjoy this time,” because I don’t take it as “enjoy trying to manhandle your alternately limp and completely rigid child into a carseat.” I take it more as enjoying “time” in the Kairos sense of the word. I take it a support that, if can just make it through trying to get an overtired and whining to stop fighting his nap and for-the-love-of-Pete-go-to-sleep-already, there is a silver lining awaiting me. A cherished Kairos time.
However, there are times when I feel very, very guilty about not enjoying every single minute. I know women who have lost their pregnancies, lost their babies, lost their young children, or never even had the opportunity to have children, and I think, “What she wouldn’t give to be scrubbing dried spaghetti sauce off the floor. Again,” or “She would be more than thrilled to be reading the really poorly written dump truck book over and over and over and . . .” And I feel so guilty.
But let’s be real. Even these women who would give anything to have a baby, or to have their baby back, wouldn’t just love every moment. They wouldn’t be tickled pink to see their children lying right down and throwing a slobbering fit in the shoe aisle at Target because the Cowboy Woody shoes aren’t available in the needed size, and mommy can’t just INVENT the right size, now, can she?
No. They would give anything for the Kairos. That beautiful, blissful time that makes all the other stuff worthwhile.
It does go fast. Except for those moments that seem to last forever–when your patience is insufficient to meet the current demand and your child’s tantrum has exceeded your capacity for tolerating whining. But this too shall pass.
Hang in there, mommas. If you can make it through this meal, this fit, this mess, this embarrassment, this endless playlist of Cedarmont Kids, you’ve got a little Kairos coming your way.
It’s hard. But it’s so worth it.