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Weeks like this make me want to turn in my resignation from the whole parenting gig. When I realize that cleaning up vomit is not my strong suit, when I can’t figure out how to comfort a distressed kid, when I look at the mounds of dirty laundry that never seems to go away, I just want to turn in my mom card and go back to less complicated calling like synchronized swimming or bee keeping.
Most of the time, I think there’s gotta be someone out there who could do a better job raising my children than myself. Often, I feel like I’m holding things together as well as reused scotch tape. I wonder how long it will be before everyone discovers that I’m really just a thirteen-year-old girl masquerading around in a thirty-something-year-old body, and that I don’t really know what I’m doing. Surely when they learn this, they’ll demand that I turn in my mom card.
But then I remember that God entrusted those two girls to me. ME, not the super crafty mom, not the mom that has her spice rack in alphabetical order, not the mom that seems to know how to handle every emotional situation with the wisdom of a child psychologist… Just me.
So, even though my brain is only partially functional most days, I faint at the sight of needles, I’m totally impatient and I have the attention span of a moth, God still entrusts me to the care and keeping of The Eldest and The Youngest.
Wow. What was He thinking?
So, I guess I’ll hang on to my mom card for now. Maybe, just maybe, I’m equipped to handle this job after all.
Besides, Mother’s Day is Sunday.
What keeps you from giving up on the parenting gig?