count to ten

A while ago, when John and Kaitlin were toddlers, I was feeling very overwhelmed with everything, but especially mothering. I think I just wanted to be... perfect. And of course I'm not. I was so afraid, I think, of making a mistake as I mothered them; afraid that somehow I would scar them for life. Which of course I will. In my quiet time back then, and again just a few days ago, I came across this bible verse which spoke to that mother in me:

Isaiah 23:11 He will feed his flock like a shepherd. He will carry the lambs in his arms holding them close to his heart He will gently lead the mother sheep with their young.

Oh! That spoke to me! He will lead me--gently! He knows I need help. He'll hold my lambs in his arms. That was just what I needed.

Count to Ten sunrise little cries big demands count to ten high noon naptime soon while they sleep chores to do momentum fades eyelids sag brew a cup or two suddenly interupted running laughing squealing teasing tripping falling crying screaming calling crashing burning the dog barks the TV drones the door slams the toilet overflows the glass spills the phone rings the video game beeps daddy's home what's to eat? turn out the light sing good night mommy time review the day's favorite parts how did you feel? what do you think? what would you do? kiss me now hug me, too good night sweet child I need my rest