Peaceful Mode

We are not a huge video gaming family.  We own a WiiU and, as I’ve stated before, Sweetboy and Sweetman mostly enjoy making fun of me when I crash during my epic failed attempts at Mario Kart.

Once in a while, I do show my mad skillz by beating the pants off of everyone in Just Dance. Even the little one.  I have no shame.  Whoever is playing, I’m in it to win it.

I’m gracious and loving that way.

Anyhoo, as my sweet children were sitting at the kitchen table eating cinnamon rolls the other morning, I kept hearing “Where are you?  I can’t see you! Oh, there you are!” being slung back and forth.

They were sitting one foot away from each other on side-by-side stools.

This intrigued me.

“Um, what are you guys doing?” I asked.  It’s a mother’s job to get to the bottom of these things.

“Playing mime craft, of course.” Sweetgirl offered, in her most sassy tone.

“MINE craft!” Sweetboy corrected.

“Yeah, MINE craft!” Sweetgirl repeated.

Knowing nothing of this game, I asked for a little rundown on it.

What followed was one of those amazing conversations where you ask a simple question and get all sorts of extra information that you never wanted or needed. Or, had time for.

We really should have been getting ourselves dressed and ready to leave the house.

Instead, I got a Masters level explanation about Minecraft with an undergrad rendition of the social dynamics thrown in by the six-year-old.

And then, this question: “Do you want to play with us, Mommy?”

I’ve never actually witnessed time standing still, but I think I came pretty close in that moment.

I had a choice to make: carry on with preparations to leave the house to do Totally Unimportant Things, or stay and snuggle in and learn how to play a game that had my children giggling and interacting with each other.

It’s not even fair to call it a choice, really.

God saw fit to give me this quirky boy and sassy girl for a time.  I want to make the most of it.

After playing this Minecraft for a good half hour, I can’t claim to really enjoy it, (it’s basically a form of virtual Legos and my brain just can’t seem to go there without wanting to pull 54 hairs out of my head). But, I can claim to enjoy the time I get to spend doing something my children love, with them.

Spending time that they asked me to spend with them!

That is a phenomena that I’m sure will go away sooner than later.

So, if you need me, I’ll be tucked into the couch in “Peaceful Mode”. Probably, with a kid on either side. Very probably, trying to figure out how to take away one of the fifteen ducks that keep getting added.

Peacefully, of course.

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Good Enough

For the days that filling, refilling, and emptying the blow-up pool seems like an endless task; for the days that the string of pleas for another Popsicle bombard you like water balloons; for the moments of weakness when answering questions about why God made kids with allergies might do you in; and drumming up meals for distinctly different and picky palates turns into the carrot stick that broke the mama’s back… For those kinds of days?  I cling to the adage that I only have to be a “good enough parent”.

Back during the time that I was first told that depression and I were going to walk hand in hand for a while; back when I wasn’t sure I was cut out to be a parent, after all; back when I desperately needed to know that I was enough for this life I’d been given, I was reminded that on those particular days, I just needed to be good enough parent to get through the day. I don’t need to be a perfect parent.

That’s an important distinction.  One that I often miss when I set out to do this deeply difficult and important parenting thing.

And this good enough parenting thing? It isn’t for every day.  Just for those daysGod knows we all have them.  And we all know we give God lots of those parenting days, ourselves, don’t we?

But, I’d forgotten this whole principle in my desperate desire to get it right while I’m here. And I about ran myself ragged with All The Trying.

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And now, I’d kind of liken it to my walk with God.  He doesn’t expect perfection.  His goal is to press us on toward Christ-likeness.

My goal is not to be Christ.

It’s to be more like Christ.

And He tells me that His power is made perfect in my weakness.

And oh, how I give him ample opportunity to perfect His power!

My job?  My job is to focus on doing All The Things as best I can manage.

filling, refilling, emptying, and refilling that pool
providing food one meal at a time
loving the questioner and accepting the questions that I have no answer for

If I do all of those things through Christ who strengthens me, they are all possible.

And I will find that I am, indeed, good enough for the job I’ve been given.