Last week was especially hard. The boys are old enough to know that Daddy isn't home, and I can tell it throws them off too. The week seemed to consist of fighting little boys, lots of tears (from all three of us), late bedtimes and way too many take out meals. I'm just gonna be really honest with you, I got a big fat "F" as a Mom last week. I raised my voice too many times, got slack with the potty training, turned the TV on way too much, and gave in when I shouldn't have.
After an especially rough day, I pulled Jackson up on my lap before bedtime and told him I was sorry it had been a bad day. He told me he was sorry too. I told him that tomorrow was a new day, and "let's make it a better one, okay". His response, "When the sun comes up it will be a better day".
That is absolutely right. When the sun comes up, it will be a better day. I learn so many wonderful things through my children, and all the mistakes I make with them. What a wonderful little reminder he gave me, that even though it had been an awful day, and even though I had done everything wrong (or so it felt), tomorrow was a new day. A new chance. A new opportunity. An opportunity to do things right. To turn the TV off & play with my boys, to practice patience & understanding instead of getting angry, to stop what I was in the middle of when they said "Mommy, come see!" instead of saying...in a minute.
The next day wasn't perfect, not by any means. But it was a better day. It was definitely a better day. And thankfully, tomorrow, the sun will come up again and I will get yet another chance to make it a better day.
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