One last thought from “Desperate: Hope For the Mom Who Needs to Breathe” by Sarah Mae and Sally Clarkson. In a letter from Sally to Sarah, she writes:
“I always wanted to be a hero – to sacrifice my life in a big way at one time – and yet, God has required my sacrifice to be thousands of days, over many years, with one more kiss, one more story, one more meal. “
I’ve often wanted that. I wished weight loss worked that way: one big effort (over the course of like 1 day), then you just coast. Or financial success: one big effort (over the course of like 1 week) and all your past financial mistakes were fixed. Or if you worked one really hard project at work, you wouldn’t have to work hard again (like ever!). But life doesn’t usually work that way.
And mothering is one more kiss, one more story, one more meal. When you don’t feel like being touched anymore. When you feel like reading something meant for an adult. When you feel like eating junk food. It’s lots of little sacrifices.
The good news is that I can’t remember regretting a sacrifice. I can’t remember climbing into bed at night and thinking “man, I really regret reading ‘I Love You Stinky Face’ 20 times today.” I can’t remember saying to myself “I really wish I wouldn’t have made vegetables at dinner.” I just don’t. Sacrifices – even the small ones – have a way of reminding you how cool these people in your life really are.