I bet you thought I had painted Where’s Waldo stripes on my shirt and was currently hiding in large crowds and weird architectural structures.
Don’t worry – I’m not here to play “Where’s Waldo; Clumsy Crafter edition”.
Last week was Blog Elevated Conference, which I work towards for an entire year. The Conference was amazing – oh so so so amazing. But there will be more on that in a few days.
Today let’s talk about support.
Sometimes as a mom it’s easy to get into the daily grind and workhorse mentality of all things gross and sticky. There’s been many times where I felt like no one in this house would eat if I did not get up and cook three meals a day. Then to make matters worse, there’s the dishes to do after you cook and mystery spill still let to clean up.
If it’s not the dishes and the meals than chances are there’s a ball and chain holding you to the laundry room or maybe even ground breaking science experiments waiting to be discovered growing under your child’d bed.
It never ends, am I right?
If the housework gets done then there’s school work to do, any other responsibilities to take care of and hygiene of many kids to oversee.
Somedays the never ending tasks and chores are worth it. You know those days when your little one crawls up in your lap just to sit with you and giggle.
But then there’s the days when you stare at the sitting in your lap and say, “do you love me?” and they reply “no but I love cotton candy”.
Yup. That’s life.
A few weeks ago my kids spent the week with their grandparents. I cried when I dropped them off and cheered silently when I picked them up. I asked my youngest on that day if she missed me. She replied “no” without ever looking up from the iPad she was playing on.
Around that time the planning for Blog Elevated had hit a roadblock with the venue. We had major troubles with them and it was so extremely hard. It wasn’t the entire place giving us trouble, it was 1 singular person who was mad and trying to take it out on us. That person did every single thing in their power to cause us trouble. It was beyond stressful.
In fact last week I spent equal time on the phone with our lawyer and my father, asking one for advice and the other for prayer.
Between the exhaustion of taking care of everyone else and the issues that were allowed to be caused by this singular individual, my soul was stressed beyond belief.
There was even a few times that I felt like I was walking along alone even though Mr. Byrd was my biggest supporter. I was at the point of not being able to handle much more on my plate. As it was, everything on my plate was being chased by large doses of Pepto Bismol.
Then the day came to pack it up and head to the venue for the conference. The kids partially waved while jumping for joy at the thought of all the fun they were going to have with their dad for 4 days. My nerves were in my throat not knowing what to expect when I reached the venue.
You know what?
The venue was perfect. The people there that I did interact with were amazing. There was not a single issue the entire time and that one person was no where to been seen. I can’t say enough about the banquet staff that were with us during the entire conference. Perfect.
Not only that but the outpouring of love from the conference attendees was amazing. There were handwritten notes, emails, tweets and FB messages that all assured me that all the stress leading up to the conference was more than worth it.
Saturday night we loaded everything back up and drove home exhausted and feeling like more than just the underpaid housekeeper.
The stress was wiped away and the clarity of my calling in this life as a wife, mom and blogger was clearer than it’s been in a long time.
Most importantly, I was able to see the amazing amount of people that stand behind me and support me. When one person is trying to tear you down, sometimes that becomes your focus and it’s hard to see the truth. But now I know that for everyone one person, there’s hundreds behind me believing in what God has called me to do.
Saturday night after I read a book to the littlest and cuddled with her for a minute I asked her before I left the room if she missed me while I was gone. She nodded yes.
No words – no loud affirmation. Just one simple nod.
With all the love from Mr. Byrd, the prayers from my father, the simple nod from my youngest and the support of friends I know that I’m going the right way.
Support comes in all forms – sometimes it’s a simple nod and other times it’s buying Pepto Bismol in bulk at Costco for a really stressed out friend. But it’s all the same and it’s all priceless to those that need it.