We Really Aren't That Different

Some days it feels like so much effort to do what is good for my soul. To take a moment to write or have a little quiet time. Like clock work as soon as I sit down to collect my thoughts, I am interrupted. It seems there is ALWAYS someone that needs me or something that needs to be done. Currently I have our new addition, a 50 plus pound boxer laying across my lap. I love her already. She is sweet and fits into our family nicely, but she is needy. Just one more body that needs time and care. I literally had to peel her off me just to find a spot for my lap top. Prior to that I was being challenged by a 5 year old boy on whether or not nap was a good idea today, after a battle to eat his lunch. Then there is the dust on the TV stand across the living room that of course just now became noticeable and honestly, I have no idea what to write about because frankly my mind is mush. All I really want to do when I have a moment to myself is catch up on my new favorite show on Hulu and make a pumpkin pie.  

I really don't have a great epiphany to share and so often I only write when I have "something". It all feels a little chaotic lately and if I don't stop in my tracks and write down a deep thought then it leaves my head as soon as it enters. 

So after a not so pretty morning getting ready for school I dropped Rogan off late, mad at myself for not being more organized, mad at the dogs for not cooperating and just plain MAD! Frazzled and feeling like the worst Mom ever I left school and was blessed with an unexpected conversation with a close friend. She reassured me that I'm not crazy and not alone. I walked away with my shoulders rolled back and head held high, ready to face another battle. I must have crossed paths with half a dozen of my friends that morning and all the topics were the same, we are all a little wore out. We aren't that much different with what we face and struggle with. By having these conversations it brought light to a place that if left in the dark I fall into that wonderful game of comparing. 

Thoughts like...

She has it more together than I do and has three times as many kids, her outfit looks cute and she doesn't have bags under her allergy irritated eyes. She is so calm and peaceful with her kids and I'm sure they had devotions over a healthy well balanced breakfast this morning. 

For the umpteenth time I remind myself not to compare. We all have rough mornings whether we have teenagers, preschoolers, toddlers, four legged fur kids or we have an empty nest. 

We really aren't that different than the woman standing next to us, we all struggle, we all get frustrated and we all mess up. 

God so lovingly reminded me of this that morning earlier in the week. And as the week progressed I continued to embrace the chaos of multiple things fighting back. It still feels a bit crazy but in the midst I managed to grab some quiet time, dust the TV stand and make that pumpkin pie!

And the good news, we will always have another hectic morning trying to get out the door for a chance to do it just a little better. 

Happy weekend friends, may it be filled with some peaceful moments.