Being a mom has got to be one of the most challenging and most rewarding things I have ever done. I have heard this said probably a million different times and a million different ways, but not one makes it less true. It astounds me. I can go from being beyond frustrated at Brady for not obeying, for being able to tell me exactly what he should be doing and promptly doing the exact opposite to beyond full of warm fuzzies when he pulls out something like "I hope you have a great time in the shower mommy". Geez. What a rollercoaster.
I am just so thankful that God starts us off with sweet little babies that we can snuggle and love, that love us so much, despite how often we mess up. Can you imagine if he started us off with teenagers? Yikes.
I am even more thankful that God is my strength and I don't have to try to do this parenting thing on my own. Even though I get distracted and try. Because I fail. So hard. Yet, God is there with forgiveness. With strength, patience and that knock-your-socks-off kind of love that can only come from him. For me, and for him to give my kids through me. Wow.
