We parents and caregivers are all trying to do our best, and sometimes at the end of the day, we’ve done a great job parenting our children if they are alive, happy and healthy.
Every single child is different, and every family is different. Whatever works for your family, whatever keeps your home peaceful, your marriage strong, your children healthy and growing in grace and stature into the men and women God created them to be–that’s all there is to it.
In the end, though, I hope that God permits real criticism of me once in a while. Or at least plenty of embarrassing temper tantrums in the middle of Walmart. (Did I really just type that?!)
Because no matter how many books I read or tapes I listen to or techniques I borrow from all the great parents I know (my own included), I will always need the reminder that I’ll never have perfect kids or be the perfect parent.
My little boy turned two years old today, meaning I’ve been a mom for all of two years. What do I know?
Enough to know I don’t know much at all. Enough to put my two babies to bed happy, healthy and (usually) clean. Enough to pray simply that the Lord will permit enough parenting challenges in my life to keep me humble, and enough grace to keep me going.