Sunday, December 13, 2009

failure

Do you ever have those times in your life where you feel like no matter how hard you try, no matter how much effort you exert, no matter how much love you pour out, no matter how many prayers are offered, you just can't seem to do anything but fail? That's where I'm at.

Our morning wasn't too unusual this morning. We were all awake before 7:00 (which I wasn't thrilled about). Steven was ready of out the door by 9:30 for meetings, which left me and the kids plenty of time to get ready for church (which starts at 11:00), or so I thought. I decided to check my e-mail before I jumped in the shower, which led me to find an e-mail from Walgreen's saying I can get 25% off of their photo Christmas cards. "I'll just look really quick to see what they have". Well, at 10:00 I realized I'd better kick it into high gear, so I jumped in the shower, got dressed and ready, bathed all three kids, got them all dressed and ready, got snacks packed, and got the kids in the car and to church by 11:10. Not to mention that I lost my temper a couple times during all the madness. I got to church wanting nothing but a relief from my week, month, year actually. Wanting to feel the spirit, wanting to feel the love and reassurance that my weaknesses wouldn't ruin my kids forever.I did feel the Spirit. I thought about our morning, how I lost my temper with the kids when they didn't obey the very first time. When they didn't do things as quickly as I wanted them too, when it took them much longer than it should have to buckle their seat belts when we were already late. But whose fault was it? I'd like to blame Walgreen's, but I'm afraid it's mine. I chose to dink around with their picture Christmas cards, when I knew I should have been getting myself and my kids ready for church. Then, when the consequences on my choice came, I expect my children to be prefect to make my life easier. I expect them to make up for where I failed. That's not fair to ask of them, I know.

The Christmas program was today. I was very grateful for the Spirit that was there. But, I couldn't help but feel like more of a failure while my kids were acting like they were monkeys who belonged in a zoo, while everyone else had kids (who I could see, or chose to notice) who sat so quietly, and politely, and lovingly next to their parents. And I got to thinking. What is wrong with me? Why is it that I can't for the life of me teach my children the things they need to know? Why can't I instill in them the fundamental principles of life that they need to know to be happy and effective people? It's not for lack of wanting or desire. I'm not sure I could believe there is a single person out there who wants more badly than me to have their children be happy, loving, kind, God-loving people. I've never wanted anything as badly in my entire life. But I can't seem to get there.I had a longing to go to Relief Society today. But spent the whole Sunday School hour in the Primary with my 5 year old, who thinks that if I make him go to class the world will end, therefore, he has a right to throw a monstrous fit (which we avoided today because I was in there with him for a bit before I could slip out). Once I got away from him Grant was so tired I spent the whole 3rd hour in the Mother's Lounge rocking him trying to get him to sleep (which finally happened about 20 or so minutes before he woke up).

After church wasn't much better. Sometimes I'm amazed I agreed to this plan of agency. I really do wish I could just tell my kids what to do and they would do it. Wouldn't that make life so much easier? Luckily I have a testimony of the plan of salvation, so I know why things are the way they are. But honestly, it would be SO much easier!! But ease doesn't inspire growth. So, here I am. Being stretched and pulled and forced to grow and become stronger, which I really appreciate, but I feel so bad that my kids have to suffer through this with me.I know my kids are still small. Maybe I expect too much out of them. But I can't help but see my failures in everything around me. 'If I were a better mother...' That phrase is constantly in my mind. But I also need to remember that even if I were perfect, my kids would still be able to choose if they would obey or not. I can't control their decisions. I can only do my best. I LOVED Dallin H. Oaks talk, Love and Law and feel like it offers a lot of insights on how I could be the mother that my children deserve. But I still REALLY wish I had immediate answers for the problems that arise, that I'm clueless on how to solve. I suppose that is why it is so important to remain as close to the Spirit as possible, to be able to hear those answers and promptings when they're given. I know the Lord loves my kids even more than I do. He wants me to succeed, if for no other reason than he love my kids and wants the best for them. I just wish motherhood wasn't so hard some times...

4 comments:

amy said...

Could I just copy and paste this entry over onto my blog because this is EXACTLY how I am feeling today--you really are an amazing mother and I am grateful to have someone else out there who has days like these--good thing tomorrow is a new day:)

Leah said...

I'm with Amy-grateful to know that I am not the only one who has days like this! I don't know the cure but I have some ice cream in the freezer if you want to come over for a sugar break!

Anonymous said...

Thank you so much for this post! What you put in me in a nutshell. I procrastinate, then take my frustrations out on my kids when things don't turn out right. It really is my fault, not theirs. I think about this all the time. And I feel like I am constantly working at it. I am glad to know that I am not alone. You are a GREAT mother! I am a better mother for just knowing you. You inspire me. So although you had a rough day, remember all the other days when you are great!

Searls Stuff said...

I would NEVER claim to be a good mother; but, I can say that only mothers that care feel the way you do. Hang in there!