I am a complainer. It is hard for me not to whine when I don’t want to do something.
There! Bold and honest. I had an amazing next door neighbor with 3 young children close in age. Her husband is in the military. I remember telling her there was absolutely no way I could have done what she did. I also vividly remember her telling me that you do what you have to do.
That has stayed with me ever since. It hasn’t exactly stopped me from complaining all together, but it has slowly changed my perception. I feel like I have faced a good bit of adversity recently, and I finally feel like I can at least face challenges better.
My son has had a bit of an attitude recently, more so than recently-turned-four-wiser-in-his-own-eyes usual attitude. I know a lot of it has to do with all of the recent transitions we have had. I started to count, and I counted at least 8. Probably closer to 10-12 if you count minor transitions as well. One of the most intense has been living apart from my husband, except for the weekends, from my husband. Losing my job was one thing, but watching my son struggle and carrying on all of the household tasks by myself most of the week caught me by surprise.
I have been working out childcare, taking care of 3 dogs- 2 kids- and 2 fish, starting a new job, cooking, maintaining a house, running errands, kissing boo-boo’s, unpacking, and so much more. I think I do at least one load of laundry and 1-2 sink-fulls of dishes a night, wash diapers every other night, and get up earlier than I have ever gotten up for work.
One of the things that encourages me is my dear neighbor. She had 2 babies close in age, and I am pretty sure her husband was deployed at that time. My life could be SO MUCH harder!!!
I have healthy children. HEALTHY children. I have a husband that is working so very hard to take care of use and make things as easy on me as possible. I get off in the middle of the afternoon and have all late afternoon and early evening to play with my kids or cook a nice supper. I can watch whatever sappy show or chick flick I want at night. I have 3 very protective dogs and sleep very hard. I have an amazing new job.
It’s more than just mind over matter or doing what I have to do. Yes, that is ultimately what changed my perspective, but I feel so incredibly blessed as a working mom. It’s been a long time since I have felt this way, and maybe you can identify. I have literally waited years to see where God led us. Even knowing where He was going to place us, all I could focus on was the hardships. The whining. The complaining.
It’s not “easy.” I am tired, so tired. My son is still missing Daddy. My leather chair that we promised we would keep cleaned off in our new house has 3 piles of laundry on it. I stay up way too late…very sappy shows. I do not take any of it for granted, though. I am so blessed beyond measure. Being a working mom has been more than just a means to provide. It has finally taught me how strong I am. How I can make it. How I am where God wants me.