Parenting often feels like a race, but a marathon rather than a sprint. I sometimes fee less like an athlete than a gerbil racing around an endless wheel. For all of you who feel like a gerbil on a wheel here is a meditation I wrote when I looked at my wheel a little differently.
Lord, I thank you. So many times I feel like I am a gerbil on a wheel, racing around and around on a wheel that is going nowhere. Then, just as I feel at the point of exhaustion, there is something to celebrate. There is a moment, a look, a choice. There is a sign that it may be a circular wheel, but it is not a wheel to nowhere. It is a wheel filled with critical purpose. Thank You for the energy for my wheel. So many days I wonder how I will keep going and then I find my energy renewed. I thank You for helping me get around and around the wheel. It is a wheel loaded with challenges to be sure. But it is also spiced with moments of such hope, such joy that I am re-energized. Thank You for those gifts. They are not just gifts for these children. They are gifts for me. Thank you.
Excerpted from "The Caring Heart Speaks: Meditations for foster, kinship, and adoptive parents" by Gail Underwood Parker Artwork by Anna Parker David from the book cover.