I used the last bit of energy I had left to plop myself on the couch. The kids were finally all asleep and I was so ready for some quiet. My husband was sitting on the opposite end of the couch giving me the “Is it my turn for your attention” look. And I grimaced.
If you’re familiar with the types of love languages, you’ll understand when I say I had nothing left in my love tank to pour out for him. Our daughter needed quality time for her love tank, which I gave. Our oldest son needed communication to fill his love tank, so I chatted up a storm throughout the day with him. And our third child needed physical touch and words of affirmation for his love tank. Not to mention I have a baby who needs tons of attention all the time.
In the middle of all that pouring out of myself, I actually have to discipline and mold characters. It’s a constant juggling between, “Great job!” “I love you!” “You’re awesome!” “You can do it!” and “Did you flush the toilet?” “Wash your hands!” “Stop hitting your brother.” “Don’t jump on the couch.” “Please, just eat it.” “Pick up your toys.” “Flush.the.toilet!!” And my personal favorite, “Stop screaming!!!” Pro tip: There’s no more effective way to teach kids not to scream than screaming at them to not scream. You’re welcome. (Yes, I’m being sarcastic).
In the brief seconds of silence you have, you worry if you’re ruining their lives. How much therapy are they going to need? Will we be able to pay for college? Will they get into college?
In between that there’s work, deadlines, making breakfast, packing lunches, making dinner, laundry, scrubbing pee off toilets and….oh, yeah, brushing your teeth and taking a shower…hopefully uninterrupted. Very important.
At the end of the day I’ve poured everything out. And if your kids are tiny tots or self centered teenagers or busy adults with their own lives, they’re not going to pour into and fill your tank. Being a mom is all about pouring out. This is what leaves us with just enough energy at the end of the day to plop ourselves onto the couch and nothing more.
I understand that motherhood is going to be tiring. We are flesh and blood after all, and using energy will wear us out no matter what. I’m not talking about physical weariness. I’m talking about emotional and spiritual depletion. That drained feeling where you erupt into an uncontrollable ugly cry, kind of feeling. The kind of weariness that even an uninterrupted shower and a good sleep doesn’t fix.
Is this what God intended motherhood to be? A constant state of pouring out and being depleted!? I don’t believe that’s the heart of God towards us.
Having “me time” is very important, true. We need that quiet time to read a book, have coffee with a friend, sleep, take a shower…uninterrupted or whatever personal time looks like for you. (Did I mention taking an uninterrupted shower?) But, I’m going to dare to say that even more important than our “me” time is our “God” time.
The days when I’m especially grump-tastic (yes, that’s a word…I’m almost positive) are the days I’ve neglected my time with God. I get busy changing diapers, helping with homework, dinner, etcetera and before I realize it, the day is over, I’m exhausted and God got zero of my time.
Sure, I may have said a quick prayer here or there such as “Please, God, help me get through this day,” or something like that. But a focused, intimate, intentional moment with God can sometimes go neglected in the busy-ness of the day to day.
God tells us, “Come to me all who are weary,” and yet sometimes we replace going to God with going out with our girlfriends or binging on Netflix. (I’m not the only one, right? Right!?) Yeah.
He sees us weary and drained. He hears our complaints of having nothing left to give. He wants to pour into us. He calls us to go to Him so He can fill us up before, during and after we pour out.
Moms, we all know motherhood is a blessing. We love our kids with the fiercest of loves. We pour ourselves completely out for them day in and day out. We will throat punch someone to protect them.
They are a constant in our hearts, our thoughts, our worries and our dreams. We literally pour it all out for them. And we wouldn’t give it up for anything in the world.
God wants us to enjoy motherhood to its fullest. It is the greateat gift He has given us to steward these little ones (and the adult ones).
Have your “me” time. Go have coffee with your girlfriend. Watch that entire series on Netflix! Go get your hair done. Take that long, UNINTERRUPTED shower. (Yeah, I’m not harbouring any bitterness about that shower thing.)
Just don’t forget to go to the One who will pour back into YOU so you can enjoy motherhood to the fullest.
Happy Mother’s Day, all you amazing Moms!