I’ve been MIA in the “Small Successes” world. Why? Because I haven’t felt one bit successful. On one hand, I’ve still been trying to do too much. But my overly ambitious efforts and ideals often result in me doing too little. When a friend recently called to see how I was doing, I suffered from severe logorrhea instead of giving the poor dear (who could use some encouragement) time to share her story. I’m behind on laundry. My preschooler described my legs as “furry” (thank goodness my hair is blond and not too noticeable except to petting hands). Yet, perhaps it’s when I’m feeling like a big flop that I need to celebrate the smallest of successes more than ever. So here they are:
1. I tackled the furry beast legs, and I shaved off a mole in the process (the mishap happened after the baby started to cry and my preschooler ran in to the bathroom to tell me the toddler was putting small things in her mouth). Holy moly that hurt, but it’s one less mole the derm will have to inspect during my August skin check appointment. (Another related success is that I finally got around to scheduling this appointment after my responsible husband got on to me about it.)
2. Instead of complaining about a husband-caused-clutter-of-a-closet, I cleaned it up. And I didn’t even gloat about the fact that I’d decluttered his mess. (Bonus points for Mom.)
3. I’ve been trying to go to bed earlier and have stopped thinking of sleep as a “waste of time” or a “luxury” and instead am trying to see it as a good-mom-mandate.
I made the decision to retire earlier this past weekend after I thought about how for my past three confessions, I’ve asked to be forgiven for being too impatient with my children when this really isn’t the root of this recurring pattern of petulance on my part. My impatience, I’ve observed, is directly correlated to my level of exhaustion, and my exhaustion was partly of my own making. I was skimping on sleep to do things that I thought were more important when, in reality, sleep is what I need most of all in order to be a gentle, patient mother (and, really, that’s far more important than some of the crazy things I was staying up late to do).
Since my little epiphany, our days have gone more smoothly, and I’m feeling less frazzled even when I do have a rough night with the baby. Actually, now that I’ve written that, I’m seeing that this isn’t a small success at all. Reordering my priorities and recognizing sleep as “me time” isn’t easy, but it’s a must right now.
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ViolinMama says
I'm so proud of you! And, so inspired. Thanks for helping so many (and ME!!) with your honesty, stories, and peaceful spirit. I loved reading this and am glad you are getting sleep! I'm doing the same…getting away and resting so much helped bunches! "In quietness and rest will be your strength." Bless you!!
Much love!
Colleen says
Since I am now in a wonderful stage of children who sleep 12 hours straight thru the night, I thought I should remind you that you will get to this point!! The baby days and nights are so hard, but it will come to an end, there is a light at the end of the tunnel :)
Jessica says
Sleep is wonderful, so enjoy it! Your "furry" legs crack me up! Sadly, I have brown hair, and it's a lot more noticeable. I try to have a date with the razor every 3-4 days. When will it be pants season again?!?
Karen says
I can totally relate to you when you talk about your patience and the effect that sleeping has on it. I say it all the time, but I have not made sleep a priority. My husband doesn't need a lot and I catch a lot of grief when I try to get my 8 hours in. But of course, I don't have a baby waking me up every few hours either. Sleep definitely makes a BIG difference.
Katy says
Isn't it funny how not sleeping is a parent's biggest complaint (for most), yet we let it slide? I think for us, it's the only time we can have time to ourselves and I always feel like if I go to bed early, the next thing I know it's the next day, starting the madness again and I had no time for me. Sleep is GOOD, so I hope you continue your effort. :)
Ouiz says
Glad to "find" your blog again! I met you briefly at the bloggging conference in Atlanta last year…
Nighttime is the ONLY time I have to myself. Here it is, 11:45 pm, and I want to stay up as late as possible to squeeze every precious drop of this time of quiet out before I admit that I'm tired and go to sleep.
I wish there were some good Bible verses for nightowls like me: "Blessed are those who stay up late, for they shall have front row seats in Heaven…" *grin*