I love being a mom. I love being the mom of four boys. God knew exactly what He was doing when he gave me boys. I love that I start and end almost every day exhausted, but with a very full heart. There is always something going on and some place to be, some days I don't do it very well at all. My oldest is 15, so I have been at this for a little while. But, I am often unsure how I am doing as a mom. Unfortunately, there is no quarterly progress report or notes home from the teacher. My assurance comes in other ways, when I see the kindness they show to others and their generous hearts, I know that things are going well. Other days, when they can't keep their hands off of each other and are annoyed by the sound of mere breathing, I wonder how I am doing.
DISCLAIMER 1) I did not take this picture 2) this was several years ago and he is still alive :-) 3) they have gotten MUCH better at cleaning the toilet and their aim is better now! 4) I painted that vanity and it looks approximately 4,000 times better.
Beyond confidence in my own abilities as a mom, I have the ultimate confidence that these are children loved and fearfully and wonderfully made by the Creator of the World! That, though my husband and I do play an important part in the men they will become, they were made in the image of God. It is our job to encourage them, point them in the right direction and pray hard for them. And to break up the fights before they become deadly. Sometimes, that is a BIG job.
So, I paint furniture. Because I can see results quickly. In a matter of just hours, "potential" is reality and I am finished. I get to be a little creative and, if it's awful, (and it has been at times) who cares? It's only paint! I can have a do over! It is not like I am warping a child! When I can make someone happy with a piece of furniture, that is confirmation that I did alright. And then I am done. Painless really.
I am anticipating that as I navigate through the rest of the teenage years in this home, that there will be much more painting of furniture to come.
As we go from here
To here
Because, after all, painting is cheaper than therapy!
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