Sometimes I'm not "mom of the year." Like..... every day. I wish I was. When my oldest was an infant I looked at him, and sincerely thought, "How could anyone ever yell at a child?." Then he grew up. Sometimes I'm pretty sure he drives me crazy just to get me to yell. I love that child to death, but he can drive me crazy.
Children are such a unique gift from God. I think they are a picture of His nature sometimes. When I'm having one of my "not mom of the year" moments, and I'm failing miserably in this thing called child rearing, I'm amazed at my kids. They STILL love me. They unconditionally love me no matter what. It humbles me, and causes my heart to ache knowing I'm never going to get it right every time. I want to. I want to be the best mom ever. I try to remember that I am their best mom ever, and God's grace is amazing and sufficient. Every day, no every moment, I get a new chance, a do over. And I'm so grateful. I'm even more grateful for the beautiful children God has given me.
While I will never be "mom of the year," I get to be mom to Zack, Rylie, Kade, and Elijah. What a gift! It makes me strive every day to be more like Jesus because they are.
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