Did you know, getting wet in the storms of life isn’t all bad?
Because there are those like Peter that dare to go beyond the ordinary routines of life and escape the endless circle of doing the same thing wildly expecting a different result.
There are brave Peter’s in this world that embrace unpredictable waters each and everyday, continually getting out of their boat into the waves of endless blowing demands, screams of lightning and a growing thunder of insecurity.
These Peter warriors are women, brave, stubborn, loving and so very human.
Sometimes, we are tired, exhausted, lost and sinking fast only to be resued by the very One who called us to this place in our lives.
We are to get wet because it’s worth it. Our kids are worth it.
It’s worth getting wet because we are His daughters.
It’s worth getting wet because we were called by God to be a mom…not always dry and comfortable…and that is ok.
[tweetthis]We were called by God to be a mom…not always dry and comfortable…and that is ok. [/tweetthis]
Being a mom of three, very active young boys, bath time in our house is a foundational daily routine and sometimes a twice-daily occurrence. Moms of boys know that dirt and boys go together like peanut butter and jelly. Fortunate for me, my boys love to collect live and deceased insects, nuggets from their nose, treasures from other noses, and of course “really cool things I found” objects that cannot be identified. Science projects enter my laundry room that have been stored in dirt-saturated pockets for safe-keeping along with candy found who knows where containing who knows what. Perhaps I should clarify – cleaning their rooms, bracing to prepare the laundry to be washed and suiting up for bath time are all three routine yet somewhat fearful events for both my husband and myself. In the words of Forrest Gump, “You never know what you’re gonna get.” So true buddy. Thanks for the heads-up!
At our house, bath time is traditionally celebrated after dinner has been successfully prepared, served, enjoyed (at least by the parents), table cleaned and the aftermath washed away. To be clear, by the time baths roll around, my mommy body is done, yet my brain is motivated by the reality that bedtime – my favorite moment of the night – is just around the corner.
Before filling the tub with water and corralling my little minions for their doom, I first must prepare to get wet. I have never experienced the ability to wash even one of our children without attracting water in some form or fashion. Preparation includes a quick change of clothes (unless dinner has already left a stain or two, in which case getting a bit wet may in fact help the situation), shoes and socks off, watch removal (even if it claims to be waterproof let me tell you, boys add chemicals to water that has claimed the brave lives of several of my sport swatches – it’s just not worth it!) and definitely proper storage of the ever-popular yet needed mommy smartphone. If someone calls during bath time, they will leave a message. Why? Because mommy is getting wet in battle and you would be incredibly brave to test me right now. Good day to you too.
With the ages of our boys at present, I am fortunate to be able to squeeze all three kids into the tub at the same time, even allowing for wiggle and jiggle room! Starting out by choosing our song playlist, we begin to sing the karaoke theme for the bath night – songs ranging from “This Little Light Of Mine” to “The Lion Sleeps Tonight.” Sometimes, mommy even goes completely off the routine and raps out lyrics featuring each child on the fly. The boys have the drop beat down and it is truly bobbing heads and smiles all around.
For me, I start with washing the hair, rinse in order to prevent the “no-tear” formulated shampoo from entering our boys eyes. I still haven’t found a shampoo that my boys tolerate around the eyes! Cleaning off one squeaky and slippery boy body at a time, I sometimes feel like I’m back at the kitchen sink washing dishes in a row, the next slightly bigger than the last. Sometimes the older two boys switch places without me catching on and it doesn’t throw me until I realize someone shrank, big time. Like I mentioned before – bedtime is right around the corner.
Upon disembarking the war zone, I greet each of my boys with a huge towel and then I have my cherished mommy moment while holding them tight as long as they allow me to do so. I’ve found the older they get, the shorter this time becomes. Soon, all three monkeys are out of the tub, hopefully dried and my older two are busy finding clothes to sleep in (I’m always surprised at the nightly traditional mismatched pajama fashion show). As I’m changing and dressing our youngest, I mentally asses my wetness. Some nights are a complete loss. Other nights I only have one main wet spot from holding each of our kids close to my heart. That wet spot is worth preparing for and truthfully, worth getting wet for any night in my book.
Some things in life are worth getting wet for. Can you relate?
Wear your wet spot with pride dear mom, for they will soon crawl out of this boat too.
To walk on the water…just like you
headed right for Him.
[tweetthis]As moms we want our kids to walk on the water…just like us and headed right for Him. [/tweetthis]
You are loved right where you are. This time indeed has a purpose. Dare to get wet and don’t be too quick to dry it off either.
So…where is your ocean voyage headed? I’d love to learn what lesson God is teaching you right now!