Yesterday, I took my Mom for Mother's Day. I highly recommend this new movie. We laughed and I cried. I mean, I cried hard; from the beginning. When others in the theater were laughing, I cried. Why? I related to the stressed out, “Hulk” mom that Ally was. I was embarrassed knowing I have said, acted, and looked like she did. Understand I am not being hard on myself. I am being honest.
When I was little, I told my Mom “I want lots of babies.” Here response was that she was not going to help me with them. According to her, I was quick to respond with, “Fine. I’ll do it by myself!”
I have “lots” of babies. Six, to be exact. I did not get them all as infants but they were babies regardless of their age when I became their mama. My Mom helps me out every single day. I could not do it with her (or my dad!).
Satan lurks about looking to steal, kill, and destroy. He succeeds each time I believe the lie. The lie that I am not enough. That God made a mistake making me the mama to these wonderful children; regardless of their ages.
Each day I have a choice to make. Sometimes it is by the hour or half-hour or on THOSE days, it might be by the minute. The choice I get to make is: "Will I buy the lie?" Or, "Will I choose joy?"
The days that I greet my children with a smile before the volcano erupts can be marked a "good day." The day you find me curled up in the fetal position hiding from myself... well, you get the idea.
I have each of those days and everywhere else on the spectrum of emotions. Some days are AWESOME! Some are simply, awful. Which am I going to remember and reflect on?
Today... I chose joy. Well, at least in this moment that is where I am.#momsnightout is worth seeing...again and again.