I've been thinking about what the Blossoms will remember years from now. I think we all concur that with parenting, the days are long, but the years are short. By about 7-8pm, my Mommyometer has risen to levels not conducive to the happiness of those around me. Inevitably, I start to think that the Blossoms will only remember a tired, cranky mama. It's discouraging, to say the least. I am not now, nor ever, excusing my behavior. This is why I was ruminating on the whole thing. I don't want them to think that tired crankiness is a normal and Godly way to be.
"Am I doing right?"
"Am I doing enough?"
"I wouldn't want to be around me, if I were them!!!!" (wail!)
Amidst my muddly puddle of sad discouragement, I felt like the Lord reminded me about love. It covers a whole ton of sins. You can be the most gifted person in the world and yet, without the missing ingredient (love), you're nothing. On the flip side, love covers a lack of all the greatest skills and strategies imaginable. I can funnel the love of God to my children as often as possible and it will make up for a whole lot. My focus turned from my failures and weaknesses to mirroring God's love abundantly. Love will make up for it all. The Blossoms will remember love.
