We’ve all been there. You know the moment I’m talking about. The one where you see another parent and think… how awful.
You’re walking down the aisle of the supermarket and you pass the mom screaming at her child. Does that make her a bad mom? Maybe.
Or maybe she just isn’t perfect. Maybe she’s the mom that had an awful day, or maybe she’s the mom who just doesn’t care.
So where’s the balance? Is there a balance?
I want to be a good parent. I want to set the example, love all the time and be perfect overall.
But that’s not possible. It’s just not. I am not perfect, I am flawed. All the wants in the world won’t change that.
Thankfully, there is One who is perfect. The One that my child can turn to and see what it all should look like when I fall short. Thank God for that. I think I wouldn’t be able to handle the pressure of perfection. Even now I know it will still be tough.
So I will continue try. Try to be strong, be loving, be gentle, be fair, be a lesson, be be be. And when I am not, I will try to apologize and let my child know that even though I’m not perfect and I made a mistake, that God doesn’t. God is there, and God is perfect.
Thank God for that.