Perspective on a Bad Day for Mommy

Today was one of those days that very little seemed to go right.  The twins got into the markers and colored the walls.  They also spilled chocolate milk everywhere.  As I cleaned up the puddles of milk and scribbled walls, they managed to knock over a piece of furniture scattering my stuff everywhere.  After cleaning up all my items that fell, I realized that the crashing furniture piece had also apparently torn the phone cord from the wall.  I might also add that I discovered the washer is in need of repair when I went to load it with all the chocolate milk and marker stained towels.  Why didn't I use paper towels?  As luck would have it, we are out.

Yet despite all of that chaos, drama, and frustration I could not declare today a bad day for mommy... at least not this mommy.  This bad day belongs rightfully to another mommy, a mommy who buried her 21 year old solider son.  A mommy who today, rode in a car behind a flower adorned hearse.  My heart goes out to that mommy.

I took myself right outside my door and stood in my chocolate stained t-shirt along my street.  I was a little tired and frustrated from today's events but extremely comfortable in the knowledge that my 4 sons and 1 daughter were all happy, healthy, and safe.  While I stood there, I reminded myself how much that mommy would likely give to just go back to those "spilled milk" and "marker stained wall" kind of days.


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