It's all a sham, I feel like I need to tell my husband to send back my mother's day presents he already gave me. (2 very pretty flexi-clips by the way)
I'm not as patient as I should be, I'm not as slow to anger as I should be, and I certainly don't cherish those moments like I should.
But I can't expect that I will be perfect. As much as I want to give my children perfection, as much as I wish they were always parented properly, I simply can't be that mother.
I have a choice, I can:
A) Drive myself crazy trying to be perfect and drown my sorrows in the potty training M&M's when I fail.
B) Hide on facebook while my children watch 10 hours of TV per day
C) Depend on the strength and wisdom of Christ.
Being a mother is hard. Really hard. I read an old yahoo news story yesterday about a mother who snapped and violently abused her baby, and I've known women in real life to be guilty of similar (and worse) crimes against their children.
A story like the one I read yesterday enrages me, but it also stirs up deep compassion within my heart.
I know the feeling of desperation, but I also know the author of ultimate hope.
I wish I could tell every mother in that moment of absolute desperation that they don't have to do it alone, that there is a friend that sticketh closer than a brother, and that it's okay if they're not perfect because NO ONE is.
I wish sometimes there was someone there to remind me of the same thing.
I'd love to hear your thoughts and heart on this.
Will you learn along with me? Let's encourage one another.