That Saturday was a rough day.
We had plans to go see my in-law’s that live a couple hours away to have lunch with them.
We loaded up in the vehicle and took off.
I was so ready to eat a burger and get a big slice of chocolate pie. I could almost taste them on the car ride over.
Okay, I didn’t know for sure if there would be chocolate pie, but I had my suspicions.
What is that quote about the best laid plans?
We were a little over an hour into the trip when out jumped a deer.
Just like that, our plans changed.
Our vehicle was no longer drive-able.
We made all the necessary calls, and waited for a couple hours on the side of the highway for my parents and the wrecker to take us and our broken down car back to the Fixer Upper Farmhouse.
I got my first sunburn of the season while waiting so maybe that means I will just tan now. Hey, a girl can dream.
I am thankful that it was not worse.
We are all alive and well and here to tell the tale.
Just as easily as it turned out “okay”, it could not have.
After we got home, I threw my hair up. I had actually been talking to my husband in the car about how this hairstyle was coming back, and how I wondered if it would be cute on me and if it would help cut down on headaches from being in two buns instead of one. Those of you with long hair know what I am talking about.
Some days I pull my hair down and just massage my scalp because of how sore it is from wearing it up.
Can you believe he laughed at me?
Okay, okay. I can too. I mean, I am 32 so that is probably a little old for Star Wars hair, right?
(insert shoulder shrug) Nah.
He laughed at me again when he saw I had actually fixed my hair like that.
I will admit it was not that adorable.
I told him after the day we had had, I didn’t really care what if it was cute or not.
He then came over and wrapped me up in a hug. At the same time, the youngest heard me and came to join in the “group hug” (he also sometimes calls it a “fam-uh-ly hug”).
The words that he spoke next were so cute, but so full of wisdom for a 7 year-old.
He said, “Mama, that’s not true. Don’t never say you’re not cute. You’re always cute. Even when your hair is horrible, you’re still cute. Even when you’re horrible, you’re cute. You’re always cute!”
My heart literally melted.
Because what he was saying was that I am enough.
I am enough with a bad hair day.
I am enough when I am not feeling up to par.
I am enough when my mood isn’t that great.
I am enough when my plans change.
I am enough when I have gained a few pounds.
I am enough.
I am always enough.
So let me tell you the same.
You are enough, mama.
You are always enough.
It doesn’t matter what kind of day you have had or what you look like or if you yelled at your kids because you asked them to stop making a noise for the 700th time.
Stop being so hard on yourself.
They love you unconditionally.
Because you are mama.
And you are always cute.