Where is Baby?

Where is baby?
Fast asleep.
Nestled on mommy
Hand on her cheek.

Mommy is sleepy.
Too much to do!
She closes her eyes . . .

Baby is two.

Where is baby?
Climbing the stairs.
"I do it myself!"
Baby declares.

Mommy is running
Childcare and chores!
She pauses to breathe . . .

Baby is four.

Where is baby?
Starting Pre-K.
"I'll walk in alone.
You'll be okay."

Mommy is watching
Baby and time.
She turns to the car . . .

Baby is nine.

Where is baby?
Home with a friend.
Board games and soda.
Games of pretend.

Mommy is nearby.
On call to help.
She sets out a snack . . .

Baby is twelve.

Where is baby?
At a school dance.
Still watching Disney.
Wanting real-life romance.

Mommy smiles - knowing.
As baby preens.
She looks in the mirror. . .

Baby's fifteen.

Where is baby?
Alone in her bed.
Lonely, heartbroken.
"I wish I were dead!"

Mommy is waiting.
Should she intervene?
She knocks on the door. . .

Baby's eighteen.

Where is baby?
Off on her own.
On Mommy's bankroll.
Thinking she's grown.

Mommy is praying.
"Just keep her alive."
She opens her eyes . . .

Baby's twenty five.

Where is baby?
Traveling the globe.
New husband, big job.
She calls to unload.

Mommy is listening;
Glad that she called.
And then baby says
The best thing of all.

Where is baby?
He's on mommy's chest
Grandma is cooking.
You know the rest.

One of Those Days . . .

The morning did not start off with a bang.  I overslept, resulting in my husband being late for a meeting.  I almost lost my temper and sent my toddler to school without breakfast because he was throwing such a fit ("I want eggs.  I don't want eggs.  I WANT eggs.  I DON'T WANT eggs.").  I didn't get to snuggle with my infant, which is my daily dose of peace in this busy season.  I checked my work email to get a head start and ---- ugh.  You know the feeling.

I sat on my couch in my pink striped pajama top and borrowed scrub pants from my sister-in-law and considered the next few hours.  Why go in?  I reasoned.  It's pointless.  I won't accomplish anything. This is just going to be one of those days.

I closed my eyes in prayer, hoping for sympathy for my plight, understanding for my mopiness, an excuse for my lack of motivation.

Instead, I heard Him say:

"Get up.  Get going.  I have things for you to do today!  Things you can't do if you sit here and mope about what you could have already done better or about what you don't want to do.  Defeat is not from me.  I am for you!  So get up!  Get going! I have things for you to do today!"

So I got up, I got going.  And I said a prayer for victory for all of you still in your scrub pants and pink pajama tops.

One of those days? Nope.  It's one of His days.

And He has things for you to do.