I told my wife a few weeks ago that I thought watching and taking care of children was way harder than being a pastor.Â She then told me it was the nicest thing I had ever said to her.
I wasn’t actually trying to get points mit my frau.Â I really think that’s true.Â Certainly some of the time, maybe even most of the time.
When I was at the height (depth?) of my sickness, it was our children that I couldn’t handle more than anything else.Â I’ve blogged a few times about my travails with shut-ins, but really it is children that require a lot more emotional energy, I think.
I bring this up because today I watched our kids.Â All of them, for about 4 hours.Â I know, that doesn’t sound like much.Â Some of them were napping for part of the time, and they were all there and full bore for a little more than an hour.Â The thing is, I’m not certain I have watched all of our kids on my own since I came off of disability.Â Maybe I have.Â But I was glad to be able to do it and not have a complete meltdown in the process.
I love our children.Â That isn’t the issue.Â The issue is one of responsibility, stimulation, and the ability to process and do on-the-spot problem solving.Â None of these things really go well with sufferers of depression.Â So I counted today a great victory.Â Yes, it was just four hours.Â Yes, my saintly wife does it for about 20 hours a day every day.Â I don’t know how she does it.Â But today, I’ll rejoice in what healing God grants, and prays that it may continue.
Mothers of the world, I salute you.