Giving Myself an F in Mothering

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“There’s no bread, mom,” my daughter stated. Her eyes flashed with the question my brain didn’t know the answer to: What am I going to bring in my lunch today.

“But…someone told me we had plenty of bread…That’s why I didn’t buy any.” My lame attempt at denying the fact we had no bread fell flat.

My mind raced…. “Macaroni and cheese…yes we can make it and put it in the thermal containers you all have. Sounds good right?!” I turned so I couldn’t see any of my children’s answers and began filling a pan with hot water. I set the pan on the stove thankful this was the answer.

Coffee, you promised your husband you would make coffee. My brain kicked in, and I began to grind the coffee beans for our morning coffee.

I turned to pull out the butter from the refrigerator for the macaroni and there….is…no…butter.

Three kids…need lunches before homeschool academy starts, and I have NO bread, NO butter for macaroni and cheese, and my kids fussed about cheese and crackers packing….

“Mommy, could we have boiled eggs?”

My heart leapt…We have eggs…only 4, but we have eggs.

“YES! YES! Let’s make boiled eggs.” I thank God I had not yet started the noodles for the macaroni and so the water was already hot for the eggs. THIS is it! Boiled eggs…I’m saved.

“Oh, but J doesn’t like boiled eggs.”

That is how my morning began….I was staring at one failure after another failure after another one…

No bread. Check.

No butter. Check.

Dirty kitchen. Check.

Earlier this week I forgot picture day. Check.

I just wanted to plaster horrible mom on my forehead so everyone would know…

I’m a failure.

I can’t do the simple mothering things much less guide and direct these kids into Jesus-loving, productive citizens of heaven and earth.

“But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me.” 2 Corinthians 12:9

And so I told my kids, “I’m sorry I’m a mess.”

“It’s ok mom,” they smiled. “Nobody’s perfect, except Jesus.”

Would you share with us a difficult time for you as a mom?

 

 

Stephanie Shott
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