Juggling Act

Inevitably, I drop balls. Every year brings a few more, and all though my juggling skills have increased significantly, the ball representing a clean bathroom, patient instruction, or oops, that friend's birthday is lying there only to be retrieved if I can manage to drop the go to bed early ball or swoop down to pick up the time alone to get my head straight ball.
With the first kid, your being is astonished, even insulted, by the sudden, unrelenting demands of motherhood. With the second you realize how much you have gotten used to juggling a kid, and it is back to the intense time requirements of a newborn + the toddler insanity. Add a third, and the ensuing chaos becomes the background hum of your everyday motor. The adaptations are constant, tiring, and inspiring. With number four certain compromises must be made...bye bye bath twice a week for kids ball. The mom gets a shower everyday disappeared somewhere with kid number two. Getting to shave is more of a "whoops!" (as I cross my legs) reminded to get to it. One of my compromises was chucking the scrapbook every moment of each kid's life ball so far I will not find it for another 20 years.
So Jesus is good. The best part is to remember that I am not juggling of my own strength and only resting in Him do I have the necessary coordination for my life.