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I was a dog today. . .

I got on my hands and (advanced-degenerative-arthritis-had-two-surgeries) knees, and chased my daughter around the house, barking like a dog. Then I let her chase me. We romped, we played, we chased, and we collapsed into giggles.

I was a nurse today . . .
When I heard a blood curdling scream emitted from the playroom, I ran in and saw the blood. The two year old daycare girl decided to clunk her 3 year old brother on the head with a heavy Christmas decoration, right near his eyes. We all know how anything on the face or head bleeds like crazy. I wiped away blood, applied ice to the huge goose egg, and snuggled him close.

I was a human pillow today . . .
Three small bodies all fought to snuggle deep into my arms at nap time. Although I’m tall, I’m thin, so I don’t have that much to snuggle into for three kids. But we managed. And two fell asleep on me.

I was a animal tech today . . .
I fed the cat, cleaned up after my chinchilla, and the two chins I’m “babysitting”, changed bedding and changed litter. I did ear mite medicine and flea meds for the cat, and also made her choke down some worm medicine.

I was an emergency responder today . . .
While giving two toddlers some undivided attention, the third toddler became quiet. A little too quiet. With a sprint I dashed towards the “Too-Quiet”. I saw a curly-haired mop, up on my kitchen counter, with a bottle in her hand that had been on top of the fridge. The afore-mentioned cat wormer. Digging it out of her mouth, which then resulted in angry screams, joining the cries of the other two, now-abandoned toddlers. With this as my back ground noise, I called poison control. They didn’t even skip a beat at the screams in the background and told me that lots of water would make it ok, based on what little she had.

I was a referee today . . .
I stopped little hands from slapping and punching, legs from kicking, and taught small children how to talk in “quiet voices”.

I was a chef today . . .
As in the chaos of daycare kids and my own child, I fixed us a somewhat decent meal for supper.

I was a counselor today. . .
When a phone call came in and a woman was needing to talk. With 100 things demanding my attention and kids fighting over a doll baby, I dropped everything and let her talk. I then offered my 2 to 3 succinct sentences, that really didn’t tell her anything new, but instead, reminded her of what she already knows, prayed with her, and then she was good to go.

I was an intelligent woman today. . .
I sat and did a Bible study with my husband and we talked about what it meant to us and the world around us. We shared our heart and what was on our minds. Things God is teaching us, hopes for the future, and ideas about the world in general.

I was a Help-meet today. . .
I did laundry and cleaned my house. I fixed a warm meal and I wrote a note on our bathroom mirror, telling my husband how much I love him. I sought to have peace and quiet when he got home from a long day of work and I strove to shut down my own to-do list to hang out with him and be the friend he says I am, once he returned home for the day.

I was as sexy, beautiful woman today. . .
My husband came home, saw me in warm up pants and a t-shirt withÃ‚Â my hair bunched up on my head in a messy bun – - and swept me into his arms and kissed me soundly, telling me I was amazing and beautiful.

I was a princess today . . .

I lived my day for my Daddy-God, who happens to be the King of Kings. When I was wiping up pee that had dribbled on the floor from a potty-training child, I did it with Him in mind. When I changed four poopy diapers today, I did it for Him. When I cooked, cleaned, disciplined, and loved, I did it as a worship offering to my Savior. I lived as a King’s daughter today, even though no one but Him, saw it.

I was a Wife, Mama and Daughter of a King today. . .

From my heart to yours,

M2M: Intentional Mama

Check out these two definitions:

Intentional-done with intention or on purpose; intended.
Mama- (Slang Def): a sexually attractive, usually mature woman; one’s wife.

Hmmmm….definitely not what I thought Mama meant. It can also mean “mother,” but in the context of this post (which is definitely not what you think), we’re going with the slang definition.:) In the spirit of Valentine’s Day (ahem, I know some of us think Valentine’s Day is just another consumer marketing trap, but bear with me here….), I propose that we take up this slang definition of “Mama.”

Some days can be rough for mamas….trust me, I know; been there, done that sort of thing. Some days we’d rather pull the covers back over our head rather than get up to the screaming mayhem that has become the norm in our living room. We’d rather go dive into a big pool of creamy melted chocolate than have to peel another orange or fold another basket of laundry. Let’s be real here….we all have days like this, huh? I know I do. Don’t get me wrong; I consider my job as a mama to my boys a true blessing and an honored privilege, something I wouldn’t give up for anything, but as with any job, sometimes I’m just tired. Some people think that the “me time” that’s put out nowadays is a myth and not something we as women should concern ourselves with. I’m here to tell you that you need a little time for yourself. God has given you a job to do, yes, but even God realized that He needed a day of rest after a long week of creating the world, right? I think He understands our needs better than we do….

So, I propose this: I propose that you pick a day, just one day. I know some of us have babies and toddlers, and we’re all harried out and working hard to be the intentional mothers to our babies….to give them the best that we can through God’s grace. Sometimes when we’re focusing on them all of the time, we forget to look in the mirror….can I hear an “amen?” LOLÃ‚Â Hey, I’m talking to myself here….on those rare days when I know that I don’t have to run the kids anywhere and I’m in my comfy clothes, no makeup, hair however….LOL (Just keepin’ it real here….you know you do it too.)I propose that you take one day this next month, February, just one day….you pick the day. Get up that morning, and have something planned for yourself. You might have to plan for this ahead of time. I propose that you become an intentional mama not only for yourself but for your husband. Whether it involves you going to get that long-awaited haircut or even something as simple as soaking in a bathtub with a good book….do this for yourself. This doesn’t mean you have to take the whole day away from your kids, but just make plans for this day; times are totally up to you. Then, plan a date night for you and your husband. Surprise him; be intentional about it….plan something fun just for the two of you. I know this can be hard finding babysitters (we’re actually hoping to have an evening when our church has their babysitting program).Ã‚Â If you can’t get away, plan a date night for after the kids are in bed….get take out and a movie.Ã‚Â But just keep in mind that above definition….I think to be an intentional mother, every once in a while, we need to incorporate some slang and be that intentional mama.