As my firstborn is quickly approaching two, I am struck by the sheer magnitude that parenthood is. I feel like I have failed in so many ways!
Recently my little guy started counting to ten ON HIS OWN and it made me realize that I need to start challenging him. We need to start learning numbers, alphabet, colors, shapes, and so much more! This realization made me doubt myself and I started to feel that I had failed him because I hadn't made those things a focus yet. He has SO much to learn and I am the one that is responsible for teaching him.
This little boy will be a big boy before I know it and I MUST be working on shaping his heart to be loving and caring - especially as regards his sister (one day I'm sure he will stop pinching her fingers). This is an overwhelming thought to me! One day this little boy will get married and his care and attention to his wife will be largely dependent on how I train him. Oh boy - talk about pressure!
While my thoughts can and do lead me to these moments of feeling like a complete failure, I must also remember that God gave these two precious children to ME! He has entrusted them to my care (and my husband's). While I know there are always ways to be improving, I can rest in the knowledge that God knew what He is doing in choosing me to be their mother.
I'm Michelle. Wife to a dashing servant-hearted man, mother to two under two, and making our 900 square foot house our home.