We all live in a place of utter dependence on God. As a mom, I live in constant need of His love, encouragement, wisdom, perspective, strength, patience, and grace. – Lysa TerKeurst, Am I Messing Up My Kids?
My dear Sadie Rose, 5-years-old and quickly turning 18, has a flare for the dramatic and a quickly growing vocabulary. While leaving school one day this past spring, she realized in a panic that she had forgotten her favorite blanket in her classroom, and exclaimed, “Oh Crap!”
In complete and total shock, I replied, “Sadie Rose! You can’t say that! Where did you learn to say that?”
She had the perfect answer, “From you.”
Of course. Of course that’s the answer, my little foul-mouthed pre-kindergartner.
I responded, “Just get in the car.”
My children are like sponges. They will say what I say. Sometimes I am blessed when they repeat love and encouraging words, but more often than not, I am mortified when they repeat my failures.
Yes, my failures. These little girls have a way about them, naturally reminding me of my failures on a regular basis.
Sadie Rose is dramatic, expressive, and too-smart for her own good. Dani is an introvert, a bully when life is interrupted, and continually wets the bed because she is too scared of the bathroom. And Kaycee, well Kaycee almost died from choking on a bottle cap 5 months ago and now enjoys giving her mother panic attacks by finding the smallest items in every corner of every room and shoving them into her mouth.
And I am to blame. Right?
Being a mom is tough. Plain and simple.
Sometimes I have actually thought to myself, “I want to throw the tantrum on the grocery store floor! Surely that has to be cathartic in some way! Would anybody think it odd if I just threw myself on the floor right here in the frozen food aisle and screamed it all out?”
Well, I may not have the freedom (or the bravery) to scream it out in the grocery store, but praise the Lord, I have the listening ear of an amazing God who gives love, encouragement, wisdom, perspective, strength, patience and grace. Amen. Amen.
Yes, being a mom is tough. But being a perfect mom is impossible. I will fail. I will make mistakes. And my children will repeat words I would rather them not even hear. And so, I must rely completely on the Lord. He alone will see me through the storms of tantrums, bed wetting, choking hazards, and yes, even a cuss word or two.
With God, I’m never a bad mom. I might be having a bad moment…or two…or seventeen, but a few bad moments do not define me as a bad mom. God’s grace is there to cover me. Teach me. And even in the middle of a bad moment, interrupt me, redirect me, and change me. Forgiveness is there. Love is there. A second chance is there. – Lysa TerKeurst, Am I Messing Up My Kids?
I am not doomed to be a failure as a mother. Instead, I live in the freedom of knowing that God’s grace, love, and forgiveness cover a multitude of my mommy mistakes.