Today I am feeling frustrated. I am frustrated with circumstances in my life that make me angry and make me feel helpless. I'm frustrated with how I react to those circumstances. I am frustrated with the fact that I do not just shake it off and love on my girls with everything inside of me. Instead, I am typing it out to you right now.
I'm frustrated that I am not this mom. I KNOW that in order to be better, to be present, to be real, I have to close the computer and set it aside and do puzzles and play tag and do their hair. I know that it is a daily decision to make... to close it, to put my phone in another room, to look my 2.5 year old in the eye and say, "What do you want to do next?"
I know that I my sole objective is not to be my children's playmate, that's not what mothering is. But mothering is putting the screens down, to value a world where communication is real via real people and real talk, not text messages or "liking" things on Facebook or Instagram. That's not real. It's not.
They are. They are gifts from the God of the universe that have been given to me for this short time. They are treasures. And they deserve more than a screen in their face to teach them life lessons. They have a mother and a father and siblings and friends and real life circumstances to teach them.
I need to take a cue from them. Stop hiding behind a computer screen to type out my frustrations and complaints. There is real life to be lived. Real, real life.
And these sweet ones to get to know and to treasure, day in and day out.
In between tweeting, reading books to my daughters, and [not] burning mac n cheese, I am the Founder + Creative Director of Blessed is She women's ministry + community.