Filled

I admit it, I am a combination of tired, uncomfortable, emotionally, mentally, and physically worn out. Maybe, even a titch hormonal from this little being growing inside of me. All these things bunched together makes for days that I feel like a bad mother with no patience, no desire to attack the many things needing to get done, no nothing. Often, on days like that I miss my mom.

Yesterday was one of those days.

As a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints I participate in a program within our church called visiting teaching. Visiting teaching is a program designed where women are assigned to help watch over the women of congregations. There is also a program called Home teaching where men are assigned to watch over about two or three families in a congregation. Obviously, one person can't watch over an entire congregation by themselves. Myself and another woman visit three women every month to check on them, visit with them, and to share an uplifting message. Last night we went to visit one of our ladies.

Let's just say I wasn't in the best mood. I was tired (all the above mentioned things), and I hadn't even had time (or taken the time) to brush my hair, get ready, or anything. At least I had showered... I quickly threw my hair back in a (unbrushed) ponytail/bun, and ran out the door when John walked through it.

As soon as I walked in her door, I immediately felt a little better. I only see this person when I go and visit her, as she hasn't attended church regularly in a while. I always enjoy our visits and enjoy being in her company.

Nothing earth shattering took place during our visit, but as I left, I told her she reminded me of my mom. She just has such a sweet spirit, always says such kind, uplifting and supportive things. She always wants, and is ready to help me in any way.

I walked back in the door of my home a different person than when I had left an hour earlier.

I heard John in our bathroom giving our kids a bath, and went to say hello. (Normally I would have crashed on the couch until he had put them to bed.) My kids really are adorable. When Mallary finally realized I was in the room, she looked at me, patted the water, and asked me to "come in." I helped get her ready for bed, all the while she smothered me with her kisses.

At 12:30 AM she woke up for some reason, and I rocked with her for a little while, and put her back in her crib. At 2:00 AM, she woke up again (not a regular occurrence, thank goodness), and I was still awake, and went and rocked with her for a while again, enjoying holding her in quiet surroundings.

I feel like on most days, I'm running on empty. That night after visiting with my sweet friend I was filled. My problems hadn't been solved and I was still tired, but she had recharged my battery enough to help me enjoy the simple moments that I easily overlook on a daily basis.