SO, what am I doing about this "woe is me" cloud that hangs over me? I am just taking it one day at a time. I am trying to be more patient, spend better quality time, sing more songs, read more books, give more hugs and kisses, and be more patient with my husband at the end of the day. I know that most moms at the end of the day have had it, well at least I have and I pretty much have to scrape the bottom of the patience barrel. I know that I am not the only mother who sometimes wonders if she matters because the world does not recognize the efforts of a mother. All I can think when I feel that way is that my mother mattered to me, so I must matter to my kids. The other night I was having a particularly rough go and I was so tired that I couldn't bring myself to read my scriptures that night, so I settled for an Ensign article. As I was pondering how I shouldn't have done this or how perhaps I should have done that, or why I felt I wasn't measuring up as a mom or a wife, I suddenly felt a moment of peace from those thoughts and distinctly felt the Lord letting me know that I mattered to Him. I felt that all my efforts were not in vain. The moment was brief, but it was enough to know that the Lord is aware of me. I know that still have a lot of room for improvement in so many way, but it's so nice to know that our efforts, no matter how small they may be, are recognized by the most important person of all, our Heavenly Father.
At the end of the day when the kids are asleep and the house is quiet is when I realize how blessed I am to be a wife and a mom.