My life in this season of motherhood is not at all what I expected. I thought when my littles grew up, I would have all the time in the world to do all the things I couldn’t find time for when they were small.
Thank goodness God didn’t give me what I expected.
A decade ago my five children were 7, 8, 9, 13, and 14. I was still learning how to navigate life as a stay-at-home and homeschooling mom after years working outside the home in full-time professional ministry. Daily homemaking tasks felt ordinary and tedious. I washed and folded the same towels day after day after day. Five children in five different grades meant lots of time planning and teaching to ensure they learned and I survived. I cleaned a house that was never clean, tried to manage the never-ending parade of hormones, and attempted to keep hungry kids happy.
My type A, overachiever, task-oriented personality struggled in frustration with a job that was never done.