I have always heard it said that patience is a virtue, but in today's world it has become harder and harder to maintain that virtue. Although I am not a mother, I can sympathize with what they have to go through on a daily basis. Yesterday I had the job of babysitting four kids over at my pastor's house and, let me tell you, it was a chore and a half. At the end of the day, I had an enormous headache and a gash on my head from one of the kids dropping a candlestick on it. I also was pretty tired, but I felt like I actually accomplished things that day. Someone asked me what I did all day, I said "I played all day, what do you think I did? Work??"
I guess God gives a mother special abilities to multi-task all day long, because, my pastor's wife was there most of the time, and it was still a handful keeping them in line. Do you how many games of Skip-Bo it takes to be sick of cards for a while? Or how many piggy-back rides for your back to start screaming for a rest? Or how many fights to be broken up until your throat cries for a drink of water?
Over all, I think it went well, and the kids weren't all THAT bad, but I was glad to get into my own bed and sleeping soundly. No one woke me up in the middle of the night, no one wanted a "dink" of juice, no one fighting over who did what. Just...silence.