And then, God looked down and saw the frazzled momma.
He saw how she was worn from playing referee.
From breaking up fights, and enforcing discipline, and hushing shouts.
He saw how she was tired from long days.
Days splashing in the pool.
And playing at the park.
Hot, hot, exhausting summer days.
He looked down and saw her work.
The way the laundry never ended—the towels and swimsuits.
And the dirty dishes that didn’t stop.
And the messes—all the many many messes.
God looked down and He saw her there, never finding a moment of silence.
No sense of a schedule to be found.
He saw her—the way she felt like she might lose her ever-loving mind from it all.
Maybe it was heat exhaustion?
Or brain overload?
Or the mass amounts of shouting and screaming?
Either way, God looked down at the frazzled momma.
Seeing how she loved her babies so, but how she felt as if the babies must go.
And so, God gave something to that momma . . .
We call it back-to-school.
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