I’ve talked before about my perfectionistic tendencies and they way that they impact my parenting. It is hard for me to strike that balance between being the best mom I can be while still allowing realness to show. Recently, I was faced with a situation in which I had no choice but to let the walls fall down and allow my rawness to see the light. It was a big old ‘Jesus take the wheel moment’ and He answered in the form of my sweet, yet often spicy, 4-year-old.
Let me set the scene:
I’m home alone with 3 children after a long and stressful day at work (aren’t they all?). Two out of three of my children are throwing massive temper tantrums (the big one over homework, the little one about it not being time to color). I’ve tried de-escalating, redirecting, and implementing firm but loving consequences – and yet, they still scream. I’m now onto plopping myself on the couch and drinking straight from the bottle.