Un-moldable

Being a mom:
Perfecting my Pummba impressions.
Practicing patience everyday.
Slipping chocolate chips into pancakes hoping for admiration.
Holding them accountable.
Hoping that they make good choices while they are away from you.
Hoping they respect others.
Taking every advantage to breath in their smell or kiss them or hug them.
Sometimes I feel like I am failing at my idea of motherhood. My children aren't buddy buddy with me. They aren't attached to me. They often rebel against me. But I love them anyways. If it were anyone other than my children that treated me this way-I would probably turn my back on them out of hurt. They can't see that I do what I do because I have their best interests in mind-that I am helping shape them into a person of character. But I persevere and push towards the future, because I pray they will someday feel the overwhelming love i have for them. They will feel how I would be willing to sacrifice anything for them. They will feel the undeniable love that I offer with my every action towards them. I care for them like Christ cares for me. After all, he gave them to me to raise in Him. Being a mom is hard. In certain aspects, it is completely different than I could have ever expected. In other ways. It far exceeds my expectations. Being a mom is emotional. I put so much umph into my three kids and have to balance everything else with them and Donovan, because those things are what's most important to me. Being a mom is a puzzle that I will continually discover where all the pieces go as life moves forward. In this exhausting, unpredictable, trying time of my life I can honestly say that God sure knew what he was doing giving me the husband and children he has. They change me, they challenge me, they stretch me, and God is using them to mold me. Even in places where I thought I was un-moldable.













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Unknown said…
Make. Me. Shed. A. Tear.

I love you girl!
January 18, 2013 at 2:24 PM
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