I’ve written quite a few blog posts writing “to my children”, which is ridiculous. They are 3 and one and can’t read. Plus by the time they can read, they will probably be like, “Blog? Whaaaa? That’s lame, mom. We only read in emojis and hashtags now. #illiterate #winkyface.”
M, you’re still cool. Don’t listen to your sister, she still watches the OC, which is like, so 2004. What does she know about cool anyway? You know how to cook mac and cheese while children are screaming at your feet like a boss (Are people still making The Lonely Island references?).
I know everyone your age is having adventures.
They are traveling.
They are being 23.
And you’re a wife.
You’re a mom.
You have 2 tiny children depending on you.
You’re probably under qualified for this.
Let me just say, right now, this, this life is hard.
But you’re nailing it.
I could write a thousand posts about all the things I’ve done wrong. I could list every time I failed my children, my husband and my family. I could dwell on every misspoken word, every harsh reply, and every unfinished project. I can’t count the number of times I’ve questioned my judgement in parenting. I could give you more accounts of my “failed adolescence.” I’ve spent countless nights awake wondering why God gave me this family just for me to screw it up.
But God doesn’t make mistakes.
Yes, I’m a disaster.
I worry too much.
I waste time on petty things.
I feed my kids frozen pancakes (I mean, I microwave them first. I’m not a monster).
I let them watch too much TV.
I forget our laundry in the washer and just re wash and re wash and re wash it for a week straight.
I call Big S and make him pick up Panera when I’m too lazy to cook (read: most days).
I work out only so I can eat king size candy bars daily.
I google too much.
I obsess over Rae’s medical stuff.
I am short tempered.
And I am just an absolute mess of a person.
But every day, without fail…
“And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love Him, who have been called according to his purpose.”
You’re doing alright.
You’re really nailing this parenting thing.