I had the urge to create, paint, work, live, love, laugh, cry, scream…All all rolled into one.
I think I may have inhaled too much Rust Oleum last night while painting my table.
I had God tell me the other days, the other bleak days that are behind me, “You’ve got to snatch (he used ‘snatch’ and not ‘take’) back what is yours”.
I answered him: “How do you snatch back what you can’t grab?”
There was silence.No direct answer.
Ok.Seems like I had to figure it out for myself.
I proceeded with my morning.Feeling the change but not understanding it.
I dropped Miss C off at her Field Day today with much heartache, since I could not stay. I had taken a few days off to attend to her health and I couldn’t bare another day. I saw all the parents stay and cheer for their kids and I felt like crap.
It sucks to be a working mom sometimes.
But then I understood.
Then the answer came, right when I was feeling guilty for not being a better mom.
“How do you snatch back what you can’t grab?”
YOU JUST DO IT.
In the most aggressive, powerful, no holds barred, this means war and I’m not gonna take it anymore type of way.
I was going to snatch back my daughter, even if it meant my own life.I AM going to snatch back her health, her life, OUR life, MY health, OUR happiness and I am going to declare war on all the thoughts, feelings, things, people, that will try to come into our lives and take what doesn’t belong to them, that come in and try to make me feel like a crappy mom, like I haven’t done enough.
I’VE DONE MY PART AND I’VE DONE IT THE BEST THAT I CAN DO.
AND THAT’S GOOD ENOUGH FOR US.
So before I pulled out, I found my camera in my backpack, went back to the park, marched with my daughter into the field. I took her picture, hugged her and made sure she knew I loved her more than anything in this world.
I’d be lying if I told you I left feeling satisfied and happy and content.
I still felt a little guilty.
But something changed.
As I drove to work, I wanted to to hug the homeless, tell them Christ loves them, take them home, get them washed up and feed them some home cooking. I felt the impulse to scream to everyone single mom: “You CAN make it!!”I wanted to go to every ledge, every solitary room, and every single place where someone is thinking about ending their life right now and give them a hug and tell them I love them.
I felt empowered.
And even though I don’t deserve all the wonderful things that God has put and continues to place in our lives, they are ALL MINE.
"Miss C aka The Kid": 12 year old who is on the road to recovery from Autism. Sometimes we love each other, sometimes we don't. As simple as that.
"Vader": Mary's Mom. Like the ever so popular facebook status: it's complicated. Known to hang onto "Jesus Christ's robe" when things get tough; known to say things even I can't repeat
"Vietnam": Mary's dad. He thinks he was a Nam' Vet. Need I say more?
"Bro": used to be self centered, sedan driving, versace wearing, younger brother...now is a sedan driving dad.