Today was a hard day, I’m not gonna lie. I’ve always said that I would be honest on this blog, so here it goes.
Today I felt like a bad mom. But the more I walk through this, the more I realize, I can’t rely on on feelings to carry me through a day.
If I relied on my feelings, I wouldn’t be married. If I relied on my feelings, I’m not sure I’d even be saved.
I’m not a bad mom.
I’m not a bad wife.
I’m not a bad daughter.
I’m growing. I’m learning. I’m leaning. I’m trusting.
Today I wasn’t perfect. Were you? I’m guessing you probably weren’t.
Tonight after I got home from a little respite (courtesy of Daddy and a pedicure), I went to each of my kids beds and tucked them in. As I tucked THIS little girl in bed, I told her I was sorry. I told her that I loved her and that we were going to be ok.
She held my face in her hands, even when I had let her down, and said, “Momma, Momma, Momma. You’re home!” She wrapped her arms around my neck and squeezed me hard.
I didn’t deserve it, but she gave me a gift. She forgave me. She loved me anyway.
So tonight, as I go to bed, I go to bed forgiven and loved.