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.
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This post is part of Five Minute Friday, a writing exercise from Lisa-Jo Baker. She posts a writing prompt each Friday and we write for five minutes, and five minutes only.
Helen Gullett (@helengullett)
/ January 28, 2013Yes, to what you say, motherhood is a series of agains, couldn’t agree more. I can see how life can be repeated in some ways that we will say, “It happened again!”
God bless you!
Melissa
/ January 28, 2013Whenever I get tired of the “agains” of motherhood I think about our mandate of priviledge to “train up a child.” Every “again” is building into those little lives and helping to shape and mold them into the men and women they will become. Of course, when I remember this, I start again
corifraser
/ January 30, 2013the fact that you spell your name the same as I do caught my attention. that said, your post is how I often feel. thanks for writing this!
Cori D.
/ January 31, 2013Thanks! It’s always fun to meet another Cori!