Because Mummies are People Too

Thanks Suzy Rowe for the photo

 

Five Minute Friday because sometimes we need 5 minutes on a Friday at the end of a long week to tell it how it is, and other times on a Friday, there's nothing left, not even 5 minutes worth.

 

 

'Why are Mummies grumpy sometimes?'    Why?   Because.   My brain kicks into gear and my thoughts, unspoken, take off.    Because they're tired and the toddler hasn't slept well for the last week.  Because you have been sick for the last few days.   Because I'm frustrated about certain things and God keeps telling me to deal with my attitude and do the right thing, even though others aren't.   Because I'm busy doing, instead of being.  Because I'm drowning in the very down-to-earth needs of two little people, even though I've been here before, with three, not just two, but that was many years ago. 
 Because being an older Mummy is harder in some ways, because I'm tired, but easier in others - I pick my fights, don't sweat the small stuff.    Because people think I'm strong and amazing and capable and happy and independent and confident and I'm not.   Sometimes I am, but mostly that's what they see because they want to, because I have to be those things, because others can't cope if I'm not, because I'm good at pretending.   Mummies are sometimes grumpy because they're people, and they were a 'people' before they were mummies.   Because they feel so incapable of being a mummy, and all that means, to both the little ones and the big ones.  

But, I will keep going because God loves me, because His love is bigger, wider, deeper, longer,  higher than any of my becauses, because His love is real and present and tangible, and His strength is made perfect in my weakness.  Because somehow God uses my weaknesses and my honesty and my struggles to help someone, even just one someone.    Back to answering the spoken question with a spoken answer.    'Because they're people too.' 

Where did Daddy God Get All the Faces From?

by Kath
Mummy, where did Daddy God get all the faces for all the people? Good question! Four year olds come up with the most amazing questions, which are simple enough, but profound on so many levels. I don't know that I answered it that well, but it did get me thinking.

Faces. There are so many of them, all different, and yet the same. All faces have eyes and a nose and a mouth and some kind of hair. And yet each face is different. Even twins are slightly different. Faces tell a story. If we look at someone's face, we can see that they're happy, really happy or pretending to be. Sometimes we can see sadness in a face, or tiredness, or confusion, or loneliness or a deep level of maturity that is borne out of some difficult experiences. What does your face say?

One of the most interesting things to do, I think, is sit in a mall and watch people. So many people, all shapes and sizes, poorly dressed, well dressed, confidently striding, or bent over with shame or pain or burdens; some struggling to keep going, others bouncing along without a care in the world.

What if we just looked at the faces - not the clothes or the shoes and what that represents, not the bodies, not the way they walk - just the faces. What would we see? Do we see what God sees? What does God see when He looks at our face? What did He have in mind for this face? Does He see beauty or strength? I'm sure He does. I'm sure He sees it even in the tiredest, saddest, even meanest faces about.

What did He put there originally? Can we see the glimpses of the glory He put there in the faces we see?

Psalm 139:16b

all the days ordained for me were written in Your book before one of them came to be.