I watched Marley and Me a couple of nights ago. I cried. Not at the end, (okay, I cried then too.) I cried in the middle, when they have two kids and Jennifer (the wife) has quit her job, and they are fighting. John (her husband) suggests that she might have postpartum depression and she says she’s not depressed, she’s exhausted.
Jennifer Grogan: “I’ve given up so much of what made me who I am. But I can’t say that because I’m a very bad person if I say that. But I feel it. I really do.”
I love being a mom. And by that, I mean that I love my kids, and I love that I am their mother. But the fact that it is exhausting, and that you can lose yourself in it, is so true that it hurts. Recently I heard a sermon about how a seed must die to produce fruit. I’ve heard this many times before, but this time, it caught my attention in a new way. I thought, that sounds just like parenting.
“Very truly I tell you, unless a kernel of wheat falls to the ground and dies, it remains only a single seed. But if it dies, it produces many seeds.” -John 12:24