On an average day I feel like an average Mom.
I get less than average time with my kids – one hour of which is getting ready for school and I don’t count. Otherwise I get either 4 or 1.5 hours in the evening with X and a few extra hours with E in the mornings some days.
Not a whole lot of time. Just thinking about it brings back all my thoughts and justifications of that potential stay at home job.
But since turning down that job I’ve really evaluated how I am spending that average of 10 hours a week with the kids. Am I doing “Mom duties” during that time? Cooking, cleaning, laundry, planning, organizing, etc… Or am I actually PRESENT there with my children in the few hours I have?
It comes down to this: Mom duties are just going to have to wait till after bedtime. These things, while I know they are important to running a smooth flowing household, are meaningless to the kids. They simply don’t see them as important – it’s just doing something other that being with them.
Basically this recalculation of my time means more trampoline jumping.
Because they always ask and I usually say no. Now, I’m forcing myself to say yes. I don’t love jumping on the trampoline but they love when I do.
Often times, they don’t care what I do with them as long as it’s something.
It’s easy to think I’m “bending over backwards” for my kids just doing the constant duties required of any mother: cooking meals, packing lunches, doing laundry, fixing hair, cleaning up, running errands, giving baths, reading books, etc.
But really, I’m just doing bare minimum any Mom needs to do. It doesn’t feel that way sometimes but in my overall evaluation I know it’s true.
So if more trampoline jumping is what they want, I’ll give it to them. If all they want (and are begging me for) is to sit and watch Lego City: The Adventures of Clutch Powers with them, then that is what I’ll do.
I have to remind myself that it’s not a matter of when they say jump – I say how high? It’s a matter of spending time with them the way that they need me to at that time.
Some days X just wants to be alone with me. Some days she wants E along. Some days, E needs me to help him build something with Legos. Some days he just wants to play with Carter (the next door neighbor friend).
Every day is going to be different. I must learn to see their needs and aim to fulfill them that day.
I don’t want a day to pass where I missed out on an opportunity to show them extra love when they needed it, or a conversation that can only come with longer presence with one another, or simply learning what’s really on my child’s mind while we mindlessly look through Lego blocks for the Lego Harry Potter’s head.
The time will be here soon when my presence isn’t desired.
And then I’ll be the fool who missed out on it because I was washing dishes.
That thought is my driving force to change.
My commitment is this: When they ask for my presence – I’m there.
When I find myself doing tasks while they are doing nothing – I’m there.
When they ask me to bend over backwards – (hmmmm) I’ll try.
It’s amazing how when you try something you’re sure you can’t do, you find that you really CAN do it.
And God gives you a teaching moment – for everyone’s sake.
Everyone bends over backwards. Not just Mom.
I read that your comfort zone is really just a prison that keeps you locked up from doing the things you either don’t think you can do or don’t want to do.
How true. My comfort zone is not on that trampoline – or doing back bridges for that matter. But when I push myself out to do things that don’t necessarily feel natural I open up a realm of possibilities that God can use in my life.
God can’t use me when I locked up in my comfort zone.
I need to get out there and start bending over backwards and see what He has for me.






























































