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What a day.

My emotions have been in overdrive.

My four-year-old has been challenging everything I say and do.

And, my seven-month-old, who is normally content, is extra-fussy.

The dog puked.

There’s a mountain of laundry to be done.

I need to make baby food.

I’m exhausted, but there’s so much to be done.

To make matters worse it’s only 11 am. My hubby won’t be home for a few hours.

I get out the cutting board and a knife.

The yam that has been sitting on the counter for the past few days seems to be mocking me. A number of times I looked at it and thought, “Today is the day I’ll make baby found out of you”. However, something would always distract me from this chore.

Today IS the day.

I look at it… such an odd shape. It’s like a flower. It’s rippled all the way around, which makes peeling it extra challenging. I go to work and swear that the next time I’m grocery shopping, I’ll buy a yam that’s a normal shape so it will be easier to peel.

Today is just one of those days. Everything feels so challenging… so frustrating. Nothing is going right, or as planned.

As I start to cut into the yam, I look out the window. It’s overcast…  which is reflective of the way I’m feeling right now. Gloomy. Dull. Grey.

I want to run away. I want to escape to a place of quiet calmness. A place where no one is needing me or expecting me to be their everything. I need rest. I need solitude. I need sunshine. More importantly, right now, I need a hug.

I look down at my cutting board. Lo and behold, the most beautiful message spelled out in yam.

Thank you God. I needed that. I love you too.

Thank you to Sofia from Sofia’s Ideas for inviting me to participate in this blog posting link-up.



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Jennifer Bly
Author of My Kitchen, My Classroom: An Introduction to Homeschool and creator of The Deliberate Mom. Jennifer writes about parenting, homeschooling, her faith, and life with her husband and two girls. Jennifer has a Bachelor of Applied Human Service Administration Degree with a specialization in Early Learning in Child Care.



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