As those of you who read last week's post know, I've been incredibly busy. I've been burning the candle at both ends trying to get everything done, and this week has been no different. The painting at the new house has continued, and while it is coming along nicely I will be back at it today. Before that, however, I have a to try to jump through my HOA's hoops to get some blasted form for the sale of my house, and then have a VBS planning meeting, so how much I'll actually get accomplished has yet to be determined.
Earlier this week I was incredibly overwhelmed, and in many ways I still am, but it came to a head on Thursday. I was at the new house, both painting and doing laundry, all while my realtor's office kept sending me emails all day asking me to fill out paperwork that I had either already filled out or contained information I had already given them at least twice. They got unloaded on, and I do not feel guilty about that. Meanwhile, my mom was in the hospital and after some complications had been moved to the ICU, so I was trying to keep tabs on that situation as best as I could while still trying to keep paint off of clean clothes. (She has improved and will actually be discharged from the hospital today. For all of you prayer warriors out there, thank you from the bottom of my heart.) That afternoon I had to pick my kids up from school, run back to the new house to keep laundry moving along, then was headed to my in-laws house to go check on my husband's grandmother who is there alone while my husband's parents are currently out of the country, all before driving back to the elementary school to be there in time for the Science Fair.
If you need to go back and read that last bit again just to make sure you got everything, go ahead. It was a lot that had to happen. In case you are curious, my son won 3rd place for his Science Fair project!
As I'm standing in the family room of the new house folding laundry before heading to my in-laws, my aunt calls asking if I could go to the hospital that evening to be with my parents, because frankly she thought I needed to be there. All I could do was cry. As shocking as this may sound, there is only one of me, and I told her so. Yes my parents needed me, but so did my husband's grandmother, and so did my kids, and so did the laundry, and so did the preparations for the new house. I was trying as hard as I could to do everything but it's just impossible.
Notice I haven't mentioned once about trying to work on the book. Being pulled in a million directions will do that to you.
I get off the phone and find myself folding laundry and sobbing. There was nothing else I could do in that moment. Suddenly my nine year old, the one who was about to see his third place ribbon later, came downstairs and found me.
He walked over and gave me a huge hug, then said very quietly, "Is there anything I can do to help you, Mom?"
That little boy, who can still count his age on his fingers, was the strong one in that moment. He sat down there with me, and soon his little brother followed, and they matched up all of the socks for me. Two little boys, doing the simplest of little tasks, did a huge thing for me on that Thursday evening for which I was so grateful. I sat down with my oldest son and thanked him later that evening for being there for me. I told him that his mom is pretty tough, but that she can't be strong all of the time. He looked at me and said, "I did it for you."
Don't ever think you are too small and too insignificant to make an impact. If a nine year old can fold socks and show me that it's all going to be okay, then you are capable of building someone up, too. It doesn't have to be huge, it just has to help, and we all are capable of doing just that.
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