You know, we always feel like failures as moms. Or maybe it’s just me.
The constant fussing and nagging.
The wanting to be alone.
The fast-food or cereal dinners.
The underwear-less drawers.
The punishing.
The having to teach responsibility and consequences.
The giving them too much sugar.
The wishing you read and sang to the second one just as much as the first.
The scrapbooks that sit waiting to be finished.
The not being cool and so out of touch with what’s in.
The always being exhausted.
The wishing they would always be open and honest with us.
The fear.
And all the guilt that ensues because of these.
It’s makes us just want to give up. It’s a whole lot easier to just let them do what they want, isn’t it? No fussing or punishments or hard stuff and the like.
Well, that’s exactly what we should do.
Just give up.
Not in the way you’re thinking.
Just give it up to God. They’re His to begin with.
I’m tired of stressing about what kind of parenting job I’m doing when really it should be so simple.
You know the Scripture …
“Teach a child in the way he should go and when he grows old he will not depart form it.” Proverbs 22:6
That’s all we can do. Teach them. Pray for them. Love them.
And, NEWS FLASH … we will never be perfect moms, no matter how hard we try.
The best things we can give our kids is allowing them to see our humanness. When we allow ourselves to not be perfect, they know it’s OK to not be perfect.
I pray for opportunities to speak into my girls’ lives. Open windows to their souls. Tender moments alone. Treasured conversations.
Those are the things I long for.
I’ll take those any day before perfection.
I’m OK with my girls going one day without underwear if you’re OK with it. (Please tell me you know me well enough to know that I would never do such a horrendous thing. That would be a horrible-mother thing to do. See … still not OK with it.)
Oh … Happy Mother’s Day. (That’s what this post started out as … a tribute, but turned into a slap-in-the-face. Oops.)