To the Mom Who’s Still in Her Pajamas…

You are not alone.

To The Mom Who's Still in Her Pajamas

You probably even forgot you were still wearing them. You woke up in a rush when you heard the baby crying. Once again, you set the alarm, hoping to spend some time in prayer and preparing for the day ahead but when the alarm went off, you wiped the drool from your mouth, turned it off and rolled over.

Next thing you know, you’re rushing to the crib to rescue the screaming boy who was fine the moment you picked him up…except for the poop leaking from his diaper. (and may have even leaked a little on those pjs you are still in)

Later on your agenda was morning cuddles, pouring cereal and milk into Dora the Explorer bowls, and on to get the three ready for the day.

As you move on to a quick pick up of the house you may have ended up in the kids rooms where you almost lose your sanity. How do they get it so messy so quickly?  “Put the toy you are done with away BEFORE you get a new one out!!”  But it is not sinking in…will it ever?  SO, you send them outside in hopes you can get a load of laundry sorted and started.

Is that poop? Do I smell poop? They have walked through dog poop in the back yard and now it is all over the kitchen floor, shoes and may or may not be on the baby’s hands?  The laundry will have to wait and now your feeling more than overwhelmed but there is no time to deal with your feelings, you have to rake the leaves in hopes the dog poop issue will not come up again…today!

Dinner!! You need to get dinner in the crockpot.

Now, where were you? Laundry….a load never even got started.

“Is it bedtime yet” ,you cry out as you hang your head over the dirty clothes hamper wishing you could just be invisible and take a long nap…in your pajamas which you haven’t even had a chance to change yet….

Sound familiar? This was a recent day for me and as I sat down in the picture above I thought to myself, what a mess I must look like. If anyone were to walk in my home they would wonder what I even did with my day. The house was  a mess, the kids were a mess and the laundry was stretched out over the hole house by this point.

I can’t believe I haven’t even dressed myself! Why can’t I get myself together? Why can’t I stay on top of everything like the “other moms” do? Here I am writing to encourage other mother’s as they walk through “the longest days but shortest years of our lives” yet here I am in my red Christmas pajamas that smell of the many activities of my day.

BUT, this is reality. It’s not always pretty. It doesn’t always smell good and it almost always never goes the way we plan or imagine. We can’t get caught up in how we should be or what we wish we could do. Instead it is about who we are.

We are mom’s. We are housekeepers. We are chefs. We are butt wipers and dog poop scoopers! Most of all, we are Daughters of God. We are joint heirs of His kingdom. We are his prized possession. We are His ultimate creation. The King of Kings is our Father, the Prince of Peace is our friend.

This isn’t all there is. We are not just mom’s in our pajamas. And let’s face it, most of us are still  in our pjs most days.  That’s ok.  We are loved right there, on the couch in our red pajamas hiding behind the dirty clothes. God is watching us, calling to us and loving us.

One of my very favorite songs right now, where I am at in life, is Blessed Assurance. The other day, our praise team at church sang it and it brought me to my knees. Listen to these words, tired mom.

Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine!
Oh, what a foretaste of glory divine!
Heir of salvation, purchase of God,
Born of His Spirit, washed in His blood.

This is my story, this is my song,
Praising my Savior all the day long;
This is my story, this is my song,
Praising my Savior all the day long.

This is our story! The leaking diaper, the messy floors, the never ending pile of laundry, even the late night arguments with our spouse…this is our story .

Right along with that come the giggles, the milestones, Rocking them to sleep and deeper moments shared with your husband because of the storms you have held hands through…this  is our song!

How do we do it? How do we make it through each day knowing we will wake up and do it again tomorrow?  It is all in the attitude, in the outlook…Praising my savior all the day long.

We all know that we are blessed beyond measure but in the mundane of our days we forget that our Father, our Lord, our God is present in it. My prayer these past weeks has been to be more aware of His presence. I want to be so overwhelmed with His presence in my heart that I feel Him sitting there with me as I change the diapers, wash the dirty faces or discipline for what seems like the 20th time that day. Because, you know what?  If you are a child of God, He is there with you in those moments. He is present and ready to be called on, for you to reach out to Him and to pour on you the grace you so desperately desire.

So mom, the next time you look down at your ratty pajamas in the midst of the chaos…and it is time to start dinner…Know you are not alone! I’m there with you, many other mother’s are right there, too. Most of all, God is with you. Don’t forget that this is your story, this is your song….Praise your savior all the day long!

 Blessed Assurance

 

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