On Sunday, I was talking to a dad from my older son’s team. We were talking about the game… the championship game and it was getting intense. Anyway, he quietly says “I want you to know that I’m proud of you.” He went on talking about how I’ve handled everything while my husband has been away.
In this moment, my brain split two ways…
#1 most men don’t say things like that out loud. It really touched me that he actually said it… and it was sincere. Encouragement seems to come in moments when I need it most.
#2 I immediately, interrupted his praise, with “thank you, but…” I rattled on about how I don’t do “this” very well. Things aren’t as easy as it may look to some.
Monday morning, I talked with a dear friend about what fantastic mothers we are. [sarcasm] We shared our lack of patience, our children’s bad behavior, and our direct contributions as mothers to our children’s misbehavior. It’s hard realizing that some things my boys do that drive me insane are things that I’ve taught them. Everyday I feel like a failure. Everyday is harder that the last. Everyday just keeps flying by.
I was looking at Facebook Monday night. A friend had posted a video. I clicked on it only to realize that God had put it in my path that day for a reason. (Click the link to view.)
So, I’m going to try to give myself a little more slack. I realize that I am not perfect, but I’m going to try to focus on the good instead of the bad. It might be hard because some days… well… you get my drift. But, maybe I can find a moment when I did something good and realize that I am doing “this” ok.
Maybe you can cut yourself some slack, too…
“God is our refuge and strength, and ever-present help in trouble.” Psalms 46:1