Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Crashing Down

 The world is spinning.

 Round and round it goes, us clinging to its sides, unknowingly.  Days pass in a fleet of minutes, long drives through the country flashing past in a flurry of barns backlit by a fierce sun, horses pulling buggies, bare trees silhouetted against blue sky and white fluffy clouds.  Then it stands still, in minutes of fierce driving through snow so thick I can just make out a set of tracks. Minutes feel like hours as I follow the tracks closely, praying that the car ahead didn't go into the ditch because if it did, I'm coming too.  The whiteout ends and time resumes its fast spin.

 Time keeps spinning with diaper changes, conversation jumps, cups of tea, mediating between preschoolers and feeding kids.  The return drive flickers past, moments of beauty blending into each other, nourishing my soul, making me long for a driver and my camera.  Little boy naps, brief moment alone speeding past and then into the grocery store, rushing before kids come home, all blurring fast, the world still spinning.

 With teacher's quiet words, the world stops again and all comes crashing down.  Little girl wrote "I am bad" in a description about herself.  My heart breaks.  The children fight, refusing to listen, to work together.  I am crumpled, standing there crying, leaning against the van.  Despair lingers, children continue to scream.  The phone rings and rings and rings as I open my door, trying to enter with bags of groceries and disgruntled children.  Finally, I answer.  My mother in crisis calls to update me, only to find my world crashing to a halt.  She musters the cavalry and over she and dad come to start my world spinning again.

 She brings cookbook, Beth Moore audiobook, and her crocheting.  This time the project is for me, a bright shawl/poncho made with ribbon yarn. I model it several times.  My dad plays with the kids, working with my oldest boy on his reading.  While I bring in the rest of the groceries, he convinces Zane to put on a shirt, and dresses Kian in shorts, a t-shirt and socks pulled up to his knees.  Strange winter attire, but better than his previous nudity.  The world starts to spin again, slowly.  My heart is still heavy, but no longer bogged down.

 We go to our Lifegroup where they play the latest message from LifeChurch on overcoming.  I am encouraged, challenged, hopeful.  The little girl disobeys, plunging into despair again.  But this time, I have  hope.  We will overcome.  My world doesn't stop.  I pray, we chat and I come up with a plan. We will start tracking her obedience, chart it and then start memorizing scripture.  And I will pray for this dear little girl who is not a failure, not a problem, but a beloved child of God, just like her mom.  Just like that, my world is spinning, restored.  I can go to bed now.

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11 comments:

  1. Oh mama, I'm past those years, but felt them once again with you!

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  2. Thank God for the calvary! We just are not able to do this life well alone.

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  3. How beautiful that your parents came to the rescue. Mine do the same. Such a blessing. I am sure you and your little girl will do just fine. There are always those rough patches. take care.

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  4. What a wonderful tale of a mothers love. I enjoyed how speak about life spinning and we cling to the sides. Very descriptive. Blessings!

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  5. You must have a totally awesome set of parents, Grace! Can I borrow them?

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  6. This is amazing. Full of raw honesty, but such hope. So glad that I came here today. Praying for a world that keep spinning and peace for you.

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  7. Continuing to pray for you, Grace, specifically each day.

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  8. You brought me back to those hectic crazy days when my name was Jacksmom. I guess I can't say I miss them. I long to be the rescuing grandma. Thanks for finding me. I'm glad I found you.

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  9. So thankful for grandparents who retired to live nearby when my children were young. Parenting is too hard to do without backup! And remember, just as your kids get cranky when they miss naps and get hungry, you too need to be attentive to rest and feed your soul. Take it from an old gray-haired mom who should have rested and nourished her soul better!

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  10. It takes a village to raise a child...God bless your parents!

    On the days of more ebb and flow then you ever bargained for, rest in the truth you are not alone...so many mommies all on the same path. :)

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