I recently had an awesome day with my kids. I took the day off of work and just spent time with them. My son, who is growing like a weed, needed new pants so we ran and got him a few pairs of new jeans. Then I ran and got them an early lunch and we headed to a local children’s museum. My kids were awesome. I mean, seriously. They played well with each other and other kids, they loved each station (my son literally spent 25 minutes painting and repainting his face while my daughter played with a rain maker). My son said please and thank you, asked nicely for me to call my husband and ask him to join us, and were overall awesome.
I sent my husband some pictures and he told me I was a great mom. Now, I know that his statement was based on more than my description I just laid out for you, but it got me thinking. Anyone that saw me with my kids might make a general assumption that I’m a good mom. Today was an easy day to be a great mom.
What about the days that my kids aren’t feeling quite as cooperative. When their goal isn’t to make me look good? Or when I don’t bring them somewhere fun. Or I pick the wrong shaped chicken nuggets. Or the day’s I’m not feeling as cooperative? When my patience is shot or I’m not as gracious as I’d want to be? What about when I’ve gotten 3 hours of sleep and accidentally snap at one of them? Am I still a good mom on those days?
What assumptions do we make of people?
It’s the moments that I’m tested that show my true character. It’s easy to love my husband when things are going great, or on a day that he surprises me with something special because he was thinking about me. It’s the days that we disagree, with one another, when I’m short on sleep, or have other pressures going on that are when I truly have a chance to show and live love. It’s the days when I’m over tired and over stressed that I have opportunities to model love. When I snap at my son and have the opportunity to apologize to him.
I challenge you to think about how you define yourself and those around you. I definitely have been guilty for judging moms if they over react to a kids temper tantrum or feed into toddler drama. I don’t know what’s really going on with that mom. I’m reminded I need to look at others with love, as I don’t know their fully story. I need to look at myself with love as well. That doesn’t mean it’s okay to be short with my husband or ignore my kids when they want to play and I want to go on Facebook, but it should challenge me to continue to do better and be better, and have grace while I’m on the journey.
What about you: How do you define yourself as a mom? Are you able to separate out your good days from your bad? I’d love to hear from you!
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