This has been one of those weeks where I’ve really had to focus on my small – make that minuscule – successes. Otherwise, I’d feel like a complete failure. But enough of this self-flagellation. I’m supposed to celebrating my triumphs!
1. After getting less than four hours of sleep on Tuesday evening, I was able to function at almost full operating capacity the next day. I played with the girls, organized some homeschooling stuff, and never lost my cool. I did have to take one mom time-out that involved a quick retreat to my bedroom, some sniffling into a pillow, and me asking (begging is more like it) for God’s help. I left my room feeling much better and returned to the trenches.
2. I oversaw Valentine card production that resulted in 16 homemade Valentines for grandparents, godparents, and some other friends of the family. What’s more, I resisted the urge to micromanage Madeline’s artistic pursuits and just looked away when she got a little crazy with glue, gemstones, and stickers. They are 100 percent hers. That makes her and her control freak mommy proud.
3. I was approached with a request that I was really tempted to say yes to (because it would feed my ego and bank account), but I paused before responding, knowing that I already am juggling a lot right now and surrendered my heart, mind, and will to the Holy Spirit. Then I graciously said no, and I’m at peace with that.