Transformative Thursdays: A Cheer for all the Moms

With Mother’s Day approaching, I thought I would share a “typical” day in my life.  It goes like this:

My husband wakes me up and I quickly get ready before waking the kids up.  I wake the kids up, cook breakfast (pancakes or grits and eggs are the go-to meals), put the dishes up from the night before, and fix the kids’ lunches.  I say a quick prayer or offer a short thought for the day while they eat and then fix my middle daughter’s hair.  Then it’s time to head out the door.  So I grab my work bag, make sure the kids have their lunches and other school necessities and pray traffic is not too bad because most mornings, we get a late start.  On the way to their schools, we listen to a Christian radio station, I check my email and SM at the red lights and mentally prepare for the day.  I realize my youngest is still not feeling well from the day before so I decide no school for him.  I stop by his school to drop off the teacher appreciation gifts and head to work with him in tow.  I call the doctor’s office on the way to work to make an appointment and hope they have one.  They have one mid-morning which means he’s headed to work with me but we can only stay at the office for half an hour before heading to his appointment.  At work, I quickly get a few things done that need to be done and rush off to his appointment.  While in the waiting room, I check my email and make a quick call for a work project.  After we leave the doctor’s office, I pick up his prescription and head home where we have about two hours before the next major thing.  I make sure he’s feeling better, fix his lunch, check email again and make another phone call to my coworker for project updates.  Then, it’s almost time to get my daughter from school for her follow up appointment.  I quickly grab chips and salsa since I haven’t eaten yet and load up my son.  We pick up my daughter and make it to her appointment.  Then I take her back to school (yes, she asked to go back) and head home to do more work.  I start dinner since this is bible study night, and I continue to check/respond to emails, and work on upcoming events.  Then it’s time to pick up my oldest daughter from school which is across town.  I drop them back off at home and squeeze in a 30-munute gym workout.  Then, it’s back home for dinner.

Of course, everyday I don’t have two doctors appointments and a sick child, but everyday holds the busyness of life.  I could choose to see all the doctor’s appointments, errands and other miscellaneous stuff that comes up as a chore or as an opportunity to be a part of my children’s lives.  My children are a gift from God and I enjoy nurturing them and being able to watch them grow.

I think about all my fellow moms who are in the same boat—shuttling kids, going to choir concerts, taking kids to church, attending PTO meetings, cooking meals, wrapping teacher appreciation gifts—and want to encourage you to realize you are not alone.  You were hand picked by God to raise your children or grandchildren.  He has given us a grace to run this “crazy” race and bring them up in the fear and admonition of the Lord.  He has entrusted them to our care and that is a blessing.  One day, they will be off to college or married and we will wonder where the time has gone.

My Mother’s Day wish for you is:

Take a moment and enjoy the journey.  Go easy on yourself.  Don’t beat yourself up if you make a bad decision or have a breakdown moment.  You are a MOM!  Give yourself a pat on the back.  Know you are loved and appreciated and make some time for you.  I will end my day with some personal reading and wind-down time.

~Coletta Jones Patterson

Coletta is an author, life coach, business executive and weekly blogger.  Connect with Coletta at

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