Most days, I am certain I am doing it wrong. I picture my children, years from now, telling some therapist all of the ways that I messed up. They will tell stories of peanut butter sandwiches for days without end because I didn’t have the energy for making anything more. They will bemoan the fact that I repeatedly refused to allow flip flops to be worn to church for no other reason than it just felt wrong.
Join me over on the Family Matters Blog today as I admit that, when it comes to mothering, I know nothing…
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This was so insightful – simple yet profound! Thank you for the reminder and congrats on your baby!