All tagged #perfectlyimperfect
If you find yourself thinking, Why can’t we all just get along? Why can’t anyone seem to do the right thing? What the hell is wrong with the world??? Me too. Here’s what we can do.
I wish I could say I’m the perfect mother. But…I’m not. Not even close. Day after day I mess up in a million ways, and I'm still the right mom for the job.
Sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever get it. Will I ever be the patient, loving mom I strive to be? Will I ever be able to control my temper? Will I ever be able to keep it all together?
If you feel like you are failing your child, I have a story for you.
THIS it seems, is life. And ever-so-slowly I am beginning to understand that contentment is simply our best attempt at the beautiful ordinary living of it.
Stop ‘handing it over’ then continuing to lose sleep and micromanage what you’ve placed in God’s hands.
Maybe cut ‘em a break and offer up some grace.
He reminds me even in his death, there is more. Something SO MUCH MORE!! May we do the best job we can while we’re here. To serve. And be kind. To seek joy in the ordinary. And love with everything we have.
And every day instead of feeling overwhelmed, I can CHOOSE to be grateful...
And this year, I’m learning to love the people in my life who carry very different convictions than I do.
Saying ‘I’m tired’ is like saying ‘I’m chilly’ when I’m buried up to my neck in a snowbank wearing my bathing suit while my little black toes begin breaking off one by one.
I have officially had it up to here!!!! (I never knew what moms meant by this…until now.) I have reached the point when just ONE MORE THING leaves me fumbling for answers or fighting back tears.
I’m learning after all these years. To slow down. To be present. To let the day just…unfold.
I really can’t wait to get back to normal. But I am a little suspicious I don’t want to get back to normal.
I want you to know it isn’t often this way. We aren’t that sweet of a family. Please don’t think we’re over here making sweet fuzzy memories every moment of this weird and difficult time.
For I know one day very soon, my teenager will be gone. And my baby will walk through the door a grown man. Still the love of my life. What a gift! I never knew this kind of LOVE existed.
I won't be handing out advice (mostly because I have none to give) but I hope to give you permission.
That's the ultimate goal, right? To do our very best and love them like crazy and just enjoy these fleeting Kid Years as best we can???
