Let's see, I think it began when I turned my back for just a second and my toddler fell down the stairs.Er, no. It was before that. I guess it was the time I didn't pack enough diapers for our outing, so my baby had to sit in a poopy mess and ended up with a terrible diaper rash. On the other hand, I remember feeling it when I had such a hard time figuring out how to nurse, and I was afraid my baby wasn't going to thrive. Or maybe it began while I was still at the hospital after giving birth. I remember sitting on the edge of my bed in tears with the realization that when I went home, there would be no Nurse Button. And I didn't think I'd be able to handle a baby on my own. Then again, that feeling may have been creeping in while I was still pregnant - wondering if I was eating the right foods, and hoping all the parenting resources I was consuming would keep me from failing as a mommy. Whenever it began, I have to admit it's still with me some days. Even as recently as last week when we had a "discussion" about a math test Josh needs to take. He's known since the beginning of June the test was coming, but he hasn't been studying. (Too busy fishing, you know!) And I haven't been
We don't get it "right" all the time (or much of the time) and that's OK. Our children are not going to fail in life just because we aren't perfect. God IS perfect, and HE will work through us - in spite of us - to bring our children to adulthood. We can rest in God's grace and be motivated by His love, rather than driven by Mommy Guilt.And again I ask, Can I get a witness?