I walked into my closet this morning and found these little baseball cleats and a baseball in my new TOMS. Our laundry baskets are in my closet. Don’t ask me why. I don’t know why, I just live here. :p When you see things like this at the crack of dawn all you can do is laugh.
Max is such a boy. He has kept me hopping since the day he was born. Little old women in the grocery store kept saying “Honey, you enjoy him while he is little.” I was trying really hard to do this but frankly I was exhausted. I mean that boy was a toddler tornado and if I blinked for a minute there was new evidence of the latest “Max and his energy episode.” He kept me humbled and begging God for any amount of patience and strength that he was willing to share with me. I have learned as a mother that I can’t do this on my own.
So one day, Max had to be about 2. I had turned my back for just a second, literally. He had grabbed our step stool in the closet, grabbed a pen, and began to draw HUGE circles on my closet wall. These circles have an 18 inch diameter!! I come into the bedroom and found him on the stool with the pen in total innocence. “Hey mom, I draw apple you.” Bless it. I about cried in two different ways. He’s using my wall as his art easel and HE’S USING MY WALL AS HIS ART EASEL! The thing is I couldn’t get mad. He was so proud of himself, and he had drawn a apple for his momma. So in that moment (only by God’s grace) I asked God to help me be thankful for this boy, his wildness, his love, his sweet mischievous personality, and his bright vibrant smile.
Now I can tell you that being momma is not always easy. Its the most challenging thing I have ever done (physically, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually) but it makes me grow. And God uses motherhood every day to bring me closer to Him. But this morning when I found those cleats and the baseball in my shoe I realized something. Sure I remember being tired, and the challenging days of surviving Max as a toddler. But as I saw those cleats I looked up and saw my big beautiful apple on the wall. The one he drew me, and I remembered his sweet smiling face telling me about his masterpiece. Because God had brought me to a moment of thankfulness all those memories had flooded my memory and joy swelled in me. I don’t remember the specifics of the hard days, but I do remember those sweet moments trying to keep the pace of my little man. It makes me wonder, can thankfulness bring the good in life to light, and dim the not so good hard parts of life?
Here are a few things I’m sure about:
1.Life isn’t perfect, thankfulness makes it better.
2. If we ever sale this house I am cutting out that wall and taking my apple with me.
3. If my hubby ever painted over it, I would stop cooking for him. FOREVER. 😉
4. Its super hard to be depressed when we choose to be thankful. Thankfulness is a choice, and it’s God’s will for us.
5. My boy is wild, even with his love. I will take the wild love even it means I’m always tired. 🙂
6. God loves me, His strength is made perfect in my weakness and he will give me all I need.
Give thanks in everything, for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus. 1Thessalonians 5:18