Last night I sat in my chair and cried.
Okay, maybe I was a little wistful watching my not-ever-gonna-be-a-preschooler-again son's end of year celebration, but still. I was wasting time while the kids were sleeping and Norse was gone a hunting, to catch up on some blog reading.
I read (skimmed) a post - it basically said 1) "I used to be yeller, but now I am awesome and don't EVER yell at my kids anymore." and 2) "When you yell at your child it CRUSHES their spirit and they will forever be afraid of you and you have now caused them years of expensive therapy and you'll be lucky if they ever grow up to be worth anything at all. YOU RUINED YOUR CHILD."
Maybe it didn't say those exact words, but that is what I heard. So, I sat in the recliner, crying and praying that by some gracious act of mercy God would wipe out all the mistakes I make as a parent from my kids' memory. Yes, I am a yeller and obviously THE WORST PARENT OF ALL TIME!
Well, guess what friends? As my child lovingly (not fearfully) wrestled with me, brought me dandelions and laughed with me today, it did cross my mind that, maybe I, maybe us normal moms with real kids, don't all suck as bad as those experts and other perfect people want to convince us.
Yes, there are ways I can improve, but SHEESH don't you people think I KNOW that already? Don't you think that every mom regardless of most circumstances is trying her darndest to do what is best for her kids?
So, to the rest of the yellers, TV enablers, processed food feeding, tired, overwhelmed, failing, AMAZING mom's out there, I commend you today. I'll pray your kids survive, if you'll pray mine do too. And, if I ever write some holier than thou blog post about how awesome I am and make you feel bad about your path as a mom, well you have my permission to call "bull$#!%" on the whole thing.
End of rant...
Thanks, I feel better.
Thursday, May 02, 2013
Alexandra Kuykendall’s new release, The Artist’s Daughter is no exception.
Kuykendall has presented us with a stirring book that delves into the heart of what true belonging, acceptance, and healing mean to the soul of a woman. While in many ways my story doesn’t share the same details, many of the heart issues she wrote about could have been penned from my very own hand. Raised by a working single mother, the daughter of an absent father, and a girl with a drive to be perfect, Alexandra and I could likely share coffee and tears reminiscing about our similar triumphs and trials.
Serving as the MOPS International theme book for 2013, The Artist’s Daughter is spot on when speaking to many of the key heartaches, joys, and challenges for a mother like me. However, the overarching theme of God’s beautiful plan and workings in humanity and in Alexandra’s life bring a sense of true healing and grace to a tender heart. Seeing His gentle care for her has only reminded me of His gentle care for me. What an encouraging book it is when, after reading the final chapter, you can sigh and whisper, “Thank you God for being so good.”
You can purchase The Artist’s Daughter at MOPS, Amazon or request it at your local bookseller. If you’d like to win my copy, enter here:
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(I was provided a free copy of this book in exchange for my honest review)