I don’t know where I’d be without REAL friends. You know the ones. The ones who don’t bat an eye when your toddler is throwing a fit on the ground because their child was doing the same thing ten minutes ago. The ones who don’t clean up their house and make it look picture-perfect right before you come over. The friends who will stop everything and take your crazy children for an hour just so you can breathe.
Here’s What Happened When I Took Away the Toys for a Month- Summer Minimalism Challenge Part 1: Toys
I got tired of being distracted. Distracted by the toy clutter, the never-ending to-do list, and the unending organizing of all it. I wanted to look back on my days and remember enjoying my children, not organizing their stuff. I was yearning for more time with Jesus, more time with my three amazing children, and contentment from God rather than things.
Raise your hand if you have started family devotions at some point, only to have them slowly fade away within a few days, weeks, or months. Guilty. My husband and I have started family devotions many times. The thing is, we have a hard time sticking with them (and my husband’s a pastor!) Between overtired babies, uncooperative toddlers and pure exhaustion, our devotions eventually get pushed to the side.
Are you distracted? Do you move through the motions as a mom, not fully in the present moment? Are you being side-tracked by the clutter in your house or pulled in every direction by too many commitments? Me too.
This morning I stood in Home Depot staring at washing machines, again. My daughter twirled in the aisles and slid on the dusty floor, while my toddler screamed for more graham crackers. You see, our washing machine died a week ago and I still haven’t made a decision on a new washer to replace it. The rear shocks on my mini-van also went out this week. One of my children peed all over my bed in the middle of the night (and, remember, broken washing machine over here). We’ve had sore throats, runny noses and a dog biting incident. Oh, and did I mention my husband is out of town this week? He has impeccable timing.
It’s Sunday morning. We have ten minutes until church. I’m quickly brushing my teeth, still in my pajamas, with a toddler crying at my feet. Throwing a dress on, I pick up my son and head to the living room. My six-year-old is ready to go, but complaining that he’s hungry once again. I glance at my watch and tell him to quickly grab a snack. My four-year-old comes out of hiding. The outfit I picked out for her is now crumpled on the floor. She changed into a dress-up princess outfit with high heels. Oh and by the looks of her face…she found my lipstick. Sound familiar? Sunday mornings are rough.