Small fish, Big deal

Sometimes I feel really foolish when I think about how worked up I can get with my day’s schedule of school drops offs/pickups, errands, and activities. I sadly laugh at myself because when I tell my day to a working parent they must look at me like it’s not a big deal. They’re juggling a profession and a family, and I can only imagine the stress they must feel.

But it’s still my day, and I’m in charge of it, trying my best for me and my family. Even though they may be little things, they are a big deal to me. I feel with every inch of myself. I am a mother who wears her heart and emotions on her sleeve, which, is not always the best place for them by the way. When bumps occur in my day, which they always do, they jolt me a little harder than they should, nicking away at my strength, patience, and level of calmness. So by bath time, I’m pretty spent.

I need to learn the art of being a marathoner….not in the actual sense, goodness no, in the figurative manner. Spread the day out evenly with patience, and then have a reserve stashed for the last few miles. Wouldn’t that be something!?! Anyone else running this race of parenthood and finding you’re running out of steam?

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