Mom of the year.
That title has become a mainstay in my household. I thank Barbara for giving me that term…she shared a funny story about brunch with her husband and at the time one year old daughter. They were waiting for their food and to keep the dear daughter from getting cranky she fed her jelly packets…it worked, melt down avoided, hence the title “Mom of the Year”.
But the title is used when I screw up. The standards that society has installed are the standards that I NEVER achieve. And there are Moms out there that uphold those standards and I give madd props to those Moms, I can only dream to meet those standards.
Last night I was horrified to find out that we had missed Kaleb’s spring concert. I thought it was tonight. We also missed Joshua’s winter concert. And the tooth fairy did’nt show up last night “again” for Joshua. Boy did I feel like Mom of the Year this morning.
Let’s face it, being a Mom is the most challenging and at times difficult job in the world. I feel like I suck at it most times. And then in my case as well as a large percentage of other moms out there have to be wives and business owners. Throw in sharing one vehicle between fulltime non-traditional student husband and it’s pretty much a free for all. Honestly at this point I am thankful that the kids show up to school with pants on. Oh and I have to cook meals and clean the house? I’m thankful the kids wake up!
The only words that I can say to comfort me in my insecurities are very simple. Nothing extravagant, complicated or complex or deep. Simply “God’s grace is sufficient.” It’s all I got! My daily devotion, usually in motion, is “I can do all things through Christ who strenthens me.” Philippians 4:13
Thank God for His Mercy and Grace! It’s sufficient. He confirms it daily with an “I love you Mom”, or “Your the best mom in the whole wide world!” or even a ninja hug from out of nowhere.
I may feel judged at times, especially when I step foot on school grounds where susper soccermoms lurk, but there is one thing that I know, my kids are crazy about me…they love me for me and for trying to do the best I can with what I got.
To all the “Mom of the Years” out there…Mad Props and Happy Mother’s Day!
