You Will Never Be A Perfect Mother

I can post these because they’ve all happened to me. You see, I think we get so caught up in being the “perfect” mother we forget to just find the joy that God makes inherent in being a mother!

Your child will spill koolaid, get grass stains, or pee on the new outfit you bought for THAT REALLY SPECIAL OCCASION five minutes before you are due to arrive.

You will burn some important component of the dinner your husband has asked you to prepare for his boss, your pastor, or an important gathering-and the store will be closed so you can’t get another one.

You will forget that it’s your week to bring snack to the homeschool gathering.

You will fall asleep during the awards ceremony (you’ll only snore if your child is old enough to be absolutely horrified by it).

You will cry at kindergarten graduation because you’re pregnant.

You will cut the patterns for the really pretty skirt, in the last of that fabric, two sizes too small with only boys to hand things down to.

You will forget to buy the ingredients for a birthday dinner.

You will forget to wash the soccer uniform for the make up game that wasn’t on a regular soccer day.

You will struggle…

You will fall…

You will beg God for his mercy…

And while you’re there on your knees, you will find it, given freely, for the taking…

Because you are what God made you-human, fallible, imperfect, sinful, wanting…

And you will find that Perfect Love that God has for you, and you will try to model that love in serving your husband and children…

You will die to self in little steps, small bits at a time, backsliding and running forward…

And you will be confident and strong, the gifts God gives you…

And you will still, never be a perfect mother.

You will have days when you get it all right, and days where nothing goes right. And you will realize, that if we were perfect, we wouldn’t need Him. That part of our mortal journey is to learn how to depend on Him, how to trust Him, how to give it up, to Him. And we’d not have need of any of that if we were perfect.