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Over the last couple of days, my Facebook and Instagram feeds have been jammed with pictures of kids with their “First Day of School” smiles. I love it, seeing their excitement for a new year, new teachers, new experiences, and of course, new lunch boxes. My kids caught the fever too, hopping out of bed even before their alarm clocks went off, jumping into their favorite outfits, and humoring me with their very own first day of school picture on the front porch.
First days are extraordinary days.
But so quickly, the first day is over, and we are onto the second day.
Second days are not always so extraordinary, at least at my house. The snooze button gets hit a few extra times, everyone’s eyes are little sleepy, and leaving the house feels more like a fire drill than a casual trip to school. Reality starts to set in, as we look ahead to day after day of…normal.
We like to celebrate those special days; we seek them out, over-document them, and lament them when they are gone. Sometimes I think I build up the extraordinary while looking down on the ordinary. But I have been trying to work through the truth that we are not always called to be extraordinary, but to be simply faithful. In our work, in our marriages, in our friendships…we just need to show up and do the work…on the second day…and the third…and the twenty-third…and eight hundredth…
It is something I need to teach my kids. It is something I need to learn for myself. To be faithful…to be consistent…to live for the second day.