The glory of motherhood comes camouflaged in so much chaos and there is no road map.
Sometimes I don't feel brave enough to do this, to raise a child to be an adult, to be a fully functioning person in this crazy world full of hate and negativity. And sometimes I don't know how to properly handle all of his tantrums over m&ms and strawberries. I don't always know when to let him run and when to hold his little hand so he doesn't trip or get hurt. To know when to give him grace and when to give him a spanking.
Then I remember I'm not doing this alone. Thats when I feel brave.
And that even if today was a struggle, we can try again tomorrow to do better. After all, if I don't teach him about second chances what am I teaching?
