I’m posting late … again … which is perfect, since “again” is the word for this week.
I think motherhood is a series of agains. (Which might not be a real word, but we’ll pretend.)
You spilled your milk again? You forgot to brush your teeth again? I’m not going to tell you again … !
We do the laundry again and the dishes again and referee disagreements again. It’s never ending, it seems.
I’m trying to remind myself that these never-ending agains are an opportunity to be thankful, because if I never had to do anything again around my house, it would mean no one lived here with me. I would be lonely and sad and still have to do most of those things, because I make messes, too.
So, as I clean the toilet again and fix supper again, may I remind myself to be thankful for these moments and days of doing things again, and again, and again. There will be many opportunities to turn my heart towards thankfulness.