I just ready Kelle’s post.
So thankful to be reminded that it’s ok to have some balls on the floor.
Like blog posts…
While not at the top of my priority list, I do have a bunch of posts written in my head, but by the time I have a moment to sit down with my thoughts I am beat.
I want to start up my exercise routine and lose the ten extra pounds I am carrying around, but my little girl screams and throws a ten minute tantrum every time I mention the name of our health club.
I was the mom at kindergarten pick up whose kid hit her in the head three times and told her that he hates her in front of all the other moms, kids, and the teacher.
Yeah, that was awesome.
We were on time to get out the door to school. You see, my kindergartener does NOT like to be late and have to walk into circle time by himself. So, I try extra hard to get to school ON TIME so he does not feel bad. We left the neighborhood on our usual route and there was a train STOPPED on the tracks. I backed up and took an alternate route which had a blocked intersection due to an accident.
That’s how I was feeling.
Somehow, we made it to school and the little guy was not late for circle.
I reminded his teacher that I would be picking him up early from school to get to the dentist.
She said she remembered. She also,politely and quietly, said, “I hope you were able to deal with that situation yesterday. If you need me to say something to him I would be happy to. That is never acceptable behavior.”
Oh, how I needed to hear that.
I broke down into tears. We hugged. I asked for her help. She said I could always talk to her…anytime.
I cried the entire way home.
I needed that cry.
I am blessed by the people who are in my life and know exactly what I need and when I need it.
I needed her to see the little guy, who is normally thoughtful and caring at school, act out.
I am thankful for that moment.
I’m still beat, but not beaten.
So, how about some pictures from the last 10 days…
home is…sometimes even good intentions get wonky.
2 thoughts on “beat, but not beaten”
Wrapping my arms around you as I type! Days like that can flush any mama confidence right down the drain. Hang tough, friend. Love the kids rooms– and the drunk ‘P’ in your playroom. 🙂
They can hurt your heart one minute and fill it with joy the next, can’t they? Every mom in the world is feeling for you!