I was having a bad day! I hadn't slept for two nights due to a really yucky cold. I was stressed to get 5 of my 6 kids out the door for thier first day of school on time. i felt terrible. and I was determined to make the first day home alone with my 3 year old a wonderful one. so we played puzzles...14 of them to be exact! we played army men, i taught him how to mop, we did laundry together, snuggled, and enjoyed eachother's rather quiet company. but i was not feelin' it. i was tired, cranky, stressed and lo and behold 3 hours passed and it was time for the 1/2 day kids to return home already. the bus was 45 minutes late, no one had had lunch, and i had one of those soon to regret ideas to take all 6 kids to Mcdonalds to celebrate thier new year. did i mention i was alone? alone...6 kids...mcdonald's playland...7 years old and under..
i have learned many lessons as a mom of many small children. but none seemed to come to me this day. i forgot the "go to the bathroom before we leave speech". i forgot the get -all -the -food -in- the -drive -through- when -all- the -kids- are -still -buckled- in- THEN -go- inside -to- eat- and- play idea. i forgot the socks. and i forgot...it was the first day of school...and the entire city would be there. i forgot my patience. i forgot that i was sick and couldn't emotionally handle that on that day. so...on our second trip to the bathroom taking all kids into the women's bathroom, (which is getting wierd, but still can't fathom letting my boys go into a public ,busy restroom unprotected yet) the toilets were flushing, the dryers going, the kids voices reverberating, other patrons attempting to push past us, kids upset they were in the girl's bathroom, i started to unwind. on the outside i was keeping it all in, but NOT on the inside. on the inside i was about to hurl my kids into the car and drive til i ran outta gas!
then...in the sweetest, stillest moment we had so far, my otherwise precocious little 5 year old girl says from her stall, "Mommy, nothing is impossible with God". her voice echoed in the bathroom out into the dining area where all could here because i was watching some kids outside, and some in. smiles broke out amongst the patrons. they almost related to my inner frustration and the apropos, God appointed verse my daughter blurted out so lovingly. she didn't do it in rebuke, just as matter of fact as she could. then she began singing it song form. i instantly relaxed. i realized that i could handle all situations. it may be hard..and it was...but God was with me. it wasn't impossible to be having a really hard day and still bless my kids in the midst of it. all day i kept reinvisioning that bathroom moment with my Bella. i can, as i write, still hear her sweet, girly voice saying, "Mommy, nothing is impossible with God". i would love to say that my day got better, but it didn't. God never said it would. but it wasn't impossible because i leaned on Him all day. over and over in every little thing. i just revisted over and over Bella's words. and i know it is true.."nothing is impossible with God" because Bella finally finished pooping and we all got to go home!
