
Welcome to Bigger Picture Moments; a weekly writing event sponsored by Bigger Picture Blogs. We welcome you to join us in finding the Bigger Picture amidst the hectic everyday craziness in your week.
Last week, I had one of those days that I boldly label as BAD! I’m typically very careful not to use that word in describing a day. I feel that most days have ups and downs but I’ve felt blessed to be in them. Most days, I never ever want to even whisper the thought that I’m not enjoying every blissful moment with my beautiful young children for fear that fate might overhear me, think I’m ungrateful, and take them from me. The truth is that I do love my life. I would take the hardest most frustrating day with my children over a day without them any day. I do feel blessed. I do feel grateful…immensely. But I still have bad days.
Once in a while, the piles of stress and arguments and tantrums and bad moments build up so much in a day that by mid afternoon, I have no more smiling faces, no more magic turn-this-day-around energy, and no more patience. It seems like every time I’m having one of these days there’s one more errand I have to run or supper won’t make it to the table. It seems like every time I leave the house, three children in tow, without my smiling face, magic energy, and buckets of patience that I run into that one mother who is deeply mourning the crazy days at home with her young children. Inevitably, and understandably, she gives me that look…that “you’re going to miss these days” look. And then, in that moment, I feel very very small and punish myself internally for even remotely thinking that my life is hard. But on this day, last week, I just didn’t. I didn’t feel guilty. I was having a bad day and I was okay with it.

Please don’t misunderstand. I KNOW I will miss these days. On good days, bad days, horrible days…that thought is the background for everything I say and everything I do. Guilt over every snap comment and frustrated reaction seeps from my pores. But I still have bad days. But last week, on this particular bad day, I let go of my guilt.
It occurred to me, very plainly, that I can love my children and our life together with every fiber of my being and still have bad days. I can be grateful and appreciative of the luxury it is to stay home with them and still wish for a day off. I can love our crazy, haphazard schedules and the funny things I have to do to get everyone to cooperate…and I can have a day where I just don’t think that I can do any of it. Because motherhood is an incredibly difficult job. Rewarding…of course! Enjoyable…absolutely! Fun…yes! But, it’s also really, really hard.

And you know, I think that it makes me a better mother to allow myself a bad day every once in a while. Mothers tend to sacrifice a great deal, happily and willingly, just to be mothers. But we need to hold onto our ability to decide if we’re having a good day or not. We teach our children to express emotions in healthy ways and we need to remind ourselves to do the same. For me, that means being willing to say “it was a bad day”…just hopefully not very often!

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