These days I find myself so weary at nights pondering how did I get myself into this? And how on earth did my mother handled "motherhood"? From day one when I found out I was pregnant I chose to be an "involved" kind of parent. As you all know, planning is not the same as actually living it or doing it. Still, in spite of having a full time job (due to the economy), I have made every effort to spend as much time with my kids as possible. It may be a guilt issue or just something I yearned during my childhood. Either way, from the time I wake up to get them ready for school (that includes cooking breakfast and prepping lunch) to the time I come back from work to do homework and extra curriculum activities with them, I try my best to give them my undivided attention. I truly believe that being an involved parent makes a big difference in a child's life academically, emotionally and physically speaking. And I honestly enjoy spending time with them and listening to their daily adventures. The thing is that after I put them to bed (between 7:30-8) I still have quite a few chores to complete, making my way to bed around 9:30 or 10 so exhausted that TV is totally out of the question.
Am I doing something wrong or is this how I should be feeling? Then it hits me! Bang! I have it easy for crying out loud! I've been truly blessed with a great husband who is there for me and my kids 100%. We share parenthood as well as marriage as a team. What about those single parents? What about the parents that have to work overtime to make ends meet? My mother raised me as a single parent and one of my sisters raised her 4 kids as a single mother. They both did a great job in the midst of their situations. So, I stop for a second and as I lift a prayer of gratitude for my blessing, I also lift of prayer requesting strength, patience and wisdom for not just the single parents out there, but for any parent going through a weary season.