God Was There on My Worst Day as a Mom

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Today, I told one of my babies to shut up. It was the first time I had ever done that, and I intend for it to be my last. I hate this more than you ever could, so I’d love if you gave me grace and continued reading…

It was absolutely my worst day as a mother.

My toddler, who loves doing all things toddlers hate– brushing his teeth, cleaning his room, going to bed, using a napkin, getting a “fresh butt”– was running around like a wild man, avoiding a diaper change with all his power. I knew he was acting out because he was tired. He was tired when we left the house. It was a scheduling error. A miscommunication between my husband and me. Our toddler was already ready for his nap when we left the house for our daily chore of doing packages for my dad’s business. I knew that. But I had work to do, so we left anyway. We wouldn’t have enough time if we left after his nap.

God was with me when a friend who is not a believer told me she had found some Christian music she likes.

I wasn’t expecting this. This is not what I envisioned when I began sharing how my faith and fertility journeys intertwined. As a new believer just staring to share how my faith and fertility journeys intertwined, this felt like an incredible blessing. I felt like maybe I was a part of this happening, and as lost as I’ve felt lately, it validated everything I’ve been in my life in the past year. Everything including dragging my boys to my dad’s house every Friday to do work for his business so that I can financially contribute to my family and support this new writing endeavor.

God was with me when He orchestrated this day so that my brother and sister would be home on this day.

My brother to visit me while I worked and lighten my mood. The factory where he worked was shut down for their annual 2-week maintenance. My sister to run to the post office for me after I finished putting together packages for my dad’s business. She was nearing the end of her summer vacation. Now, you may feel that this is a trivial thing for God. That He as bigger things to tend to. But I believe that these little things add up and that they all point to a loving God who is there in the details. “Indeed, the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows” Luke 12:7, NIV.

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God was with me when my husband was on his work break exactly when I needed him.

Man, his job has been such a blessing in so many ways. For starters, it’s like a mile away. When we first moved from California to Upstate New York, I was 9 weeks pregnant with our second son. Having my husband nearby as I wrangled our toddler, drew closer to my due date, and transitioned into caring for 2 under 2 has been an incredible relief. I don’t know what it is about this man, but he rarely gets a break, no matter what his job is. On this day, though, he was on break and dropping off payment for our electric bill a couple buildings from home when I messaged him, “If you happen to get a break today… Heading back home right now and I’d really love to have you there for a minute.”

He pulled into our driveway right behind me. I got out of the car and ran into his arms, crying. He was able to be home long enough to hold the baby while I put our toddler down for a nap AND… drumroll, please… use the bathroom without someone crying! Then he left for work, leaving me refreshed to take on the rest of the day.

God was with me when our food was delivered to our house.

Yeahhh. Food delivery. Unfortunately, our little corner of the world doesn’t have any healthy food options nearby. Seriously, breakfast was a mess. Some of you moms don’t eat breakfast. I don’t know how. I have to, or I get hangry and dizzy and binge eat the rest of the day. So I managed to inhale my breakfast without choking, and we set off to work. I didn’t have any snacks to bring or any lunch foods to eat after I put my toddler down for a nap. Then, just as my husband was leaving for work. The UPS man opened our door and put two large boxes of food inside the mudroom.

Whose idea was it for this food to be delivered by UPS and not USPS? I have no idea, but the timing worked out PERFECTLY!

Thank you, God, for my Justin's Hazelnut spread and for my babies. I'm sorry I messed up. Thank you for still loving me. Click To Tweet

 
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