No Mistake.

I saw "Mom's Night Out."  Two times.  First, the premier or sneak peak with some friends. 

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!). 

The question that haunts my thoughts on any given day is, "Am I enough?" 

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.