It was Flip-Flop weather here this week, and every time I slipped my bare -feet into exposure, I wished for one of those things I hear women talk about-
What are they called – Pedicures?
Truth be told – I have only ever had ONE pedicure…. I was nine months along with my 15th pregnancy.
Yah- I guess it was time. I never did see the beautiful handi-work the lady was able to paint onto my toes, for my ankles were to swollen to see beyond,… but it left me remembering what it was like to be pampered. For a bit.
All that to say –
All week- I wanted to get a pedicure… and what did I do?
…………………I bought a foot massager , and a new nail polish.
What a Mom wants to do, and What she does-
Are TWO different things.
How about you? Can you relate?
Maybe not with the wishful luxury of a pedicure… but.. perhaps:
-I wanted to get in my walk/jog today – But I played 2 hours of ferociously -fun ping-pong against my hubby.
-I wanted to take a nap today – but as my eyes closed, the baby woke up, and so we left to get groceries.
-I wanted to work on some writing – rather, I wrote out to do-lists, and stored away my words in my store-house – …..already pretty full.
-I wanted to have a bowl of cereal for the first time in forever – someONE left the milk out all day on the counter. I had an …..apple instead.
-I wanted to burn some candles for Our Mom Heart Meetings – They were all burned up – for science experiments. …..I dug out the Christmas left-overs.
-I wanted to visit with a friend – I had to facebook her instead.
-I wanted a glass of water with ice after I exercised- I drank the tepid water. With lemon. The last of the ice was being used on a boo-boo.
-I wanted to go to bed early – ONE night – but the sheets were never switched to the dryer – and so… I went to bed late.
-I wanted to get a hair-cut – rather, I gave two hair cuts in my kitchen.
-I wanted to sit through Church – But, I walked the baby, and worshiped in my heart and mind.
-I wanted to heal my children’s hurts – I couldn’t – and so – I prayed.
-I wanted to stay home just one day – and not leave the house – Someone locked their key in their car. I drove them the spare.
-I wanted to read with my little boy a while longer – He wanted to play legos.
-I wanted to throw angry words at someone- I forbear, and asked God to forgive me for even thinking that.
What a Mom Wants to Do….
And What A Mom Does….
Are Two different things.
Stop, Choose to be flexible – And when we want to complain – Do something different.
I choose joy. Well, I try.